Sometimes we leave our family
hanging on the walls
and we don’t look at them
until it’s too late
We take them down
brush off the dust
and wonder at who they were
They were just forgotten
absent from our minds
we barely talked to them
and when we did
we didn’t say anything
It was like they didn’t want to hear
or we didn’t want to say
what mattered
Strangers point them out
with more interest
than you or I
They’re still hanging there
covered in dust
invisible
we forgot
they were there.
This is too sad.
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