The past does not hold me
the sorrow of an aching heart
I have it daily with my morning coffee
the caffeine rush steels me
and I make it through another day.
The past is like my shadow
coming and going yet always with me
always was what it will be.
I gaze straight ahead
directly into a setting sun.
Blazing platinum horizon
bathing me and my memories
in the warm glow of insignificance.
It’s a brilliant new summer
my skin is warm and weathered
like drying apples in autumn
another essential ingredient
in someone else’s recipe
just another side dish
in an eternal banquet.
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I don’t tell you often enough, but your poetry gives me all the feels. So moving and brilliant.
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Very kind of you to comment. Thank you.
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