As read on Twitter…
“I didn’t understand that if I stopped trying to recapture the past, there might be a future waiting for me.” THE BOOK OF UNKNOWN AMERICANS
As I wrote in my poem…
In the Presence of the Present
No time for the Past
High time for
“Goodbye”
Knock-knock
Emotions opened the door
To tears
And incoherent hush.
I hugged my Past
And finally it felt
So wrong…
Guilty but free
I locked the door behind.
In the presence of the Present
The Past is in the past,
And nothing compares to the future.
