Lost Time

Musky cloth-like pages

of an aged diary

draw me inwards…

rewinding into past events,

locked up in writing.

A torn bit of paper

pressed under old photographs,

saved to solve upon,

in struggling times.

I decode the meanings

of riddled words;

sieve missed conversations,

for simpler synonyms…

But many a question lay frozen

within assorted beliefs,

now warming up into

molten memories.

Lost time does come back.

It sits trapped in fine print

of a closed book ---

waiting to be opened.