Mutability

Mutability of Memory

            Years from now,
               I hope to stand before my bookcase
               and trace a finger
               over spines of volumes well known,
               pausing to unshelve
               the one whose story
               has been till now
               too painful to re-read.
            And as I turn pages
               now yellowed and brittle with age
               I stop to note with pleasure
               the words of encouragement restored
               the long-thought-lost lovesong reclaimed
            And behold to my great joy
               how the passages now reflect
               only that which was good and kind and loving,
               all else appearing
               no longer as the book's main theme
               but now as only a footnote
               to its tale.

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