My mother handed me a worn, brown box
‘Throw away what you
Don’t need anymore.’
I sift through the papers that
I didn’t even know I had
I set some aside,
With the intent to dispose.
Underneath the pile
Of papers and lost memories
Were five polaroids
From another universe.
The smiling faces are people
I do not recognize,
Not anymore.
I place them back in the box
To return to the owner.
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