Surcease our past, past our cerulean sky
into photographs distorted in obeisance
by imagination; by nostalgic chimes.
Glossy colors of remembrance,
ashen and alabaster are entwined
between the murk of black
and decaying sepia of time.
unknowing epithet –
gives time for one to wonder.
Countenance of the contemporary
if upon the day discovered
will we wail for our Ulalume
or be held in hand the same?
Someone else to view lost love,
in this –
the still of life.