Time rewinds

a trip through the memory graveyard

familiar routes manifest through the fog

third person collapses on the first

spaces that confined now are

themselves confined

to selective memory

they are only what they were

and never in the present

the present space and time a fishbowl, a film reel

feelings and emotions that will change

associations that are space specific

time only solidifies the memories

it saves them for me

it bides its time

revealing what’s behind the curtain

but only to me

and only when I choose