Museum Of Mistakes

Here in the Museum of Mistakes I wander among the many exhibits amazed gasp at how stupid people can be look through protective glass at the ghost of a love my own face reflected back at me. Such finely crafted heartbreak. Perfect little memories glint cruelly against the lights displayed against the stark contrast of black velvet. I remember these didn’t realise how valuable they were then priceless now. I turn away & cry having seen too much here in my Museum of Mistakes the Past comes back to haunt me.