Old Lenses

She looked at the world through old lenses. These lenses were crystal clear, and had the nasty habit of accentuating the most empty of memories. They made everything darker; they made everything more familiar.

Months ago, everyone had worn these old lenses. They would cry, as they shouldered the memories of him, the way that his mouth would turn up at any joke.

But, one by one, the shipments came in. People switched their old lenses for new ones-- more optimistic ones. Ones that made them forget.

And, soon enough, she was the only one left seeing the world through old lenses, tainted by the memory of the yesterdays.