Museum of Memories

Leaving the Land of the Living... is just another unknown path.

Museum of Memories

I keep a photo of you
in my Museum of Memories:
young, beautiful...
forever young and beautiful...
forever in my heart...

I was almost twenty,
in nineteen seventy two,
you... eighteen...

...

I held on to life...
breathing in and out...
long after the thrill of living
left when you died.

...

Now... Wax-on. Wax-off.
I'm waning with the moon,
entering a different phase of existence
like a toothless dragon,
grateful for mush.

...

Like... hush...
leaving this Land of the Living
just leads to another unknown path.

I'm guided by a Kindness
that knew me
long before my birth.

I'm letting go... I tell Him.
I know... he whispers back...

...

No need to hurry.
Take time to be thankful
to all you've met along the Way.

Where we are headed...
it's the only thing
you need to pack.

© Kåre Enga (10.mars.2026)

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