The illusive promise of normality went up in flames
without touching the right nerves as was expected from
the sepia certificates of presence that formed a never-seizing sequence of events
the mental lexicon of memories did not allow letting go.
The image perpetuated under the laminated walls preserved the continuous
narrative of what was lost and never found, of what was once, of what was “us”.
Despite the lack of architectural space we held on to what
our mental lexicon of memories did not allow letting go:
of all the photographs that littered the house we once called home.