Artifacts of the Past

Artifacts of the Past

Peer into the clutter and you can see,
the artifacts of the past covered in dust.
These are the memories that she used to own.
I knew her, once, in another life.

A jar of spice, jewelry cabinet,
and old candles where no smoke lingers.
A letter to herself. It’s a reminder,
to have strength for a future
that she never lived.

I know her writing, I know her words.
Her letters and notes cling to this house.
I can feel her, but she is gone now.

I've stared at that empty dresser so many times.
I know what's left behind, but all I keep staring at...
is the animal skull, so small and fragile.

Why am I still here?
I do not belong here.
But I am.
Among the artifacts of the past.




This is not conceptual.
This is real.
This was real.
My reality.


Full View to see the details of the artifacts of the past...



Behold the visions from My Mind...
~JosephAngelo