Reel Hx

When the reel is playing it reforms ghost
And when a memory erased, re-rings
All the old moments you replaced, repost;

Reappear in the dusty air that clings
To those aging eyes with the glossy red
finish. You see the film, soundless she sings,

She makes the room around echo the dead;
Plainly this song was meant for only you:
The roundabout spin to the name ahead.

What of the room around this olden view?
See with peripheries the perfections edge?
I would rather wait for the reel stop, few

Are the footsteps you place from chair to wall
As you touch your lips and cherish time, so small.