Poem #2,829 | They are my last remnants

They are my last remnants
from two decades of life –
they will sit for my last two
next – looking down a lens
giving up set moments – A
shelf of stares captured by
myself & mainly others – A
first school montage [as if
all other time is lost] – look
this way was said – Frozen
in an act of happiness – in
guilty sweeps I dust faces
set behind glass [& they’ll
gaze on] – a failed history