past present

the past is past...or is it?

”the past is past!”  They always say...

past and gone away

the joy, the pain, the loss, the loves...

all from a bygone day.

 

every good and painful thing

is equally the same

gone and only recollected

nostalgia picture framed

 

some memories we’re glad to drop

no need for a refrain

but there are some we’d love to live

time and time again

 

some memories of slights and pain

we’d drop into the sea

forgetting them a treasured gift

that time’s afforded me

 

mistakes, missteps, misjudgments, hate

all sought to conquer me

and when they did not overcome

were overcome by me

 

but what of moments dearly loved

that formed....directed me

to be the man I have become

that helped me rightly see?

 

what of those moments, gone like all,

we’d gladly live anew?

would place our feet in footprints left

by me as well as you.

 

O, to have another stab

at things for granted taken

we’d better love.....appreciate

the ones we dropped.....forsaken.

 

you were a presence in my life...

a friend...we know... and more.

an ever-present, faithful one

in every thought before...

 

companion constant, tried and true

a loyal friend to me

we shared a bond, we touched, we longed

we set our passion free

 

but we were young...our lives unlived

our futures both obscured

and we believed our piece of it

was still to be procured

 

brave and young, we stretched our arms

to grab the golden ring

the future bright...unknown...enticed.

ahead lay everything.

 

we could not grasp our destiny

with hands that are not free

and in my grasping, left behind

someone precious thing to me

 

eternally, time moves ahead

at a steady, steady jog...

and memories, both good and not, are

blanketed in fog

 

they languish there...and dormant lie...

content to idle be

until a spark...some random thought...

then summon them to me

 

memories of you and me,

untreasured...kept at bay

and then, by chance, you graced my sight.

It seemed like yesterday.

 

then, like the Madeleines of Proust,

At tea, became the key,

Unlocked the door...reposed’ thoughts

became epiphany.

 

The memories possess me now.

In my mind, floating free;

like seeds, take root in every nook;

you’re everywhere I see.

 

 your hair is soft; is smooth and shines

your eyes are ether-blue

your smile is wide. Your touch is keen

your body...lusts imbue

 

“the past is past!” they always say;

the subject of our learning,

but, prospects of re-doing it

with you have my heart churning

 

for here you stand before me now...

you’re statuesque...ideal

another chance to get it right...

to make our memories real

 

I reach for you and you for me.

first touch electrifies.

our first kiss is a testament

to truth and bliss...sweet sighs!

Reviews

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i like the progression here, its as if your taking us down memory lane and then round the coner to th present, i found myself hoping that the end would be a rejoining :) it very nice to read something online that feels it has delicacy and maturity (cant spell!)
thankyou for sharing this piece!