Unclaimed Baggage
Anecdotal scrapes and scars remain affixed
to well-worn baggage left behind,
its history of remembered images
documenting places, times, emotions, remain the past,
weathering through time’s incessant clock,
the descending sands of an hour glass in perpetuity.
For certain memories are never forgotten,
only left as one’s surreal hauntings,
sealed with destiny’s combination locks,
recall-tumblers left to Nature’s normal erosion,
the bygones of wounding experiences longing for closure,
yet, the shores of time ever-willing to cover,
can never bury the unclaimed foreve
Such is life… So much is lost… Unclaimed.
Ron