A Familiar Scene Forgotten
January 10, 2022
I once witnessed the crisp crunch of the snow
as my boots carried me into the parking lot
laughter behind me as one friend joked to another
a flickering street lamp bathed our frosty winter jackets in summer’s orange
But now the faces are foggy like glasses clouded from wearing a mask
gone are the sharp edges and clear memories
faded, a photo left on a sunny windowsill
but the gold of elation past won’t tarnish