Searchlight

a poem

Walls surround the memories,
a life mine but not mine,
images shrouded in shadows
like a veil hiding a widow’s face,
concealing eyes that dart along walls,
searching for a window, an opening
where once the light poured in,
where once I remembered
what a child should never know.

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