Faded
It’s hard to look back when you keep moving forward
pushing through time is easy until you turn around for one last glance
I guess that’s why someone thought to create a rearview mirror
something to help us see what’s behind us
at least for the distance that fits in the reflection
The memories fade like an old film’s dim on the big screen
their features grow more obscure
We dare to close our eyes when we’re the only ones on an otherwise empty road
wishing and willing ourselves to re-trace the outlines and to color in those opaque moments
to feel them and make them real once more
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Feeling this way so much right now. It’s a beauty of this site, that if I don’t exactly know how to write what I’m feeling, somebody else can and will. Thank you for sharing this.
Thank you, Philip! That I’d a major compliment. I am honored. Thank you for reading!
That is*
Not sure why autocorrect felt the need to change “is” to “I’d”…sigh.
Strong sentiments! The title suggests the tone. I especially loved the flow and feel of this line: “fade like an old film’s dim.” Goodness, I’m really thinking about life’s purpose right now!
Wow! Thank you, Michele! 💕
“We dare to close our eyes when we’re the only ones on an otherwise empty road”
Have you done this/do this? I mean, non-metaphorically?
I thought I was the only idiotic one 😂 *spoken in identification and love 😂*
Yup. I’ve done it plenty of times. Foolishness takes the wheel every once in a while.