No Photos Remain

Just ghosts in my head

Photo by Thijs Kennis on Unsplash

I sit here by the fire

Petting the cat in my lap

Who belongs to a neighbor but visits every once in a while

We watch the snow swirl angrily outside the window

The house is completely silent except for the crackling of the logs in the fire, the purring cat, and the howling wind

Tonight I’ll need more logs

I close my eyes and I see my babies’ faces

I hear their laughs, those sweet, innocent baby giggles

I see my husband’s smile

He is happy and so am I

Things are good; everything is how it should be

That was long ago, very long ago

It feels like a dream

But it was real, once

No photos remain

Except in my head