That Beret and the Brooch.
Time brings about the strangest paramnesia ….
Devours us like a ruthless cannibal.
With Time we disremember everything.
Time forges on in urgency,
like some demented river
rushing to the sea.
There is no turning back…
We have no say in this.
A person who once was sat,
inside a Photo Booth, exists no more…
It is an image trapped
behind blue cellophane.
A haunted stare…and then
a bogus smile…
That spin within a Roulette Wheel..
The Game of Chance with life itself
that could go anywhere.
I had forgotten her.
Why did she disappear so young?
Where did she go?
The beret and the brooch.
That coat ! Where have they gone?
Time does not answer us and I will never know.
Kristine Byrne 18th Nov 2018….Photo from London 1975