• Gary Hunter

Memories lose color - May 6, 2022

for me the oldest

ones have dropped the

crispness of black and white

turned to gray shapes

that drift through fog

faces distorted drained pale

times of day forgotten

the lack of light


nothing that awful

nothing that wonderful

as pigments fade

more than feelings


though there’s one I remember

where I can’t see the look

of the one that says


nobody loves you


so I just barely feel

the white-hot hurt

that burnt me

black inside



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