Past Is Past

From behind closed doors 

Tucked in dark recesses 

Of rarely visited places 

Near the back of my mind 

A memory escapes 

Triggered by a song 

Cued by a smell 

It all comes rushing back 

After years of silence 

Images smash optic nerves 

Nuances only I knew 

Loved again in passing 

As uniqueness faded 

So did my feelings 

Split second lifetimes 

 Crystal clear hindsight 

Everything obviously obvious 

Inevitable from day one 

 We need to talk 

Out come inner thoughts 

Words blend together 

Into “wishes” and “why can’t you” 

I wish I could 

But in the sunlight 

Harsh and sobering 

I left for the last time 

 And closed that door behind me 

2008