By Gerry Stewart
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You edited your life entirety,
leaving spaces to insert joy or discovery,
a butterfly wing broken and dusty
or a spoon engraved
with initials you’ve forgotten,
but what’s fallen through the holes
in the negatives is a long list of whys.
You can try to backtrack
to that crossroads
or maybe it was the one before
to see what deal you made,
what devil lingers,
but the signposts have been removed.
It’s impossible to pinpoint
where it all went wrong.
Once a star, full of multitudes,
your movie flickers out
as the reel snaps.
You grasp in the dark for the tail of it,
certain you can find a way back.