Shadows

Memories… painful?

Second chance… what for?

Memories… blissful?

Second chance… would it be worth it?

The past…

It came creeping

…down to the present;

Intertwined…

…with what there is.

Silhouette of the man…

Shadows of the past…

Forget me or

Forget me not…

Forgotten!

Ah! I’m here.

You’re from beyond.

A memory from the past…

…the shadow.

The present…

…my future,

No longer you…

…too late…

Memories seem to farce.

Too far to remember.

Less painful to forgive.

Your world,

isn’t my world;

And so is mine

it can never be yours.

For the present

isn’t the past.

and the future

will never be the shadow.

You belong to the past

the shadow

too hazy to haunt me.

My present…

My future…

No longer you…

…too late…

 ©Marjo Josue

A Poet's Call

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