Tuesday, May 12, 2015


In that single moment
Before the end
Is there only the past,
Old marred memoirs,
And no future,
No such thing as again,
No way to grow,
And no new repertoires?

If the years ahead
Belong to the rest,
Then they will all gradually forget
The times
When you were there
Amongst the blessed.
They’ll move on and prosper
Without regret.

You'll be in a silent film
Through mistaken recall,
Discarded takes,
Intentions misjudged,
Legacy fading -
Memories of you
Transformed into crude fakes.

But then again
You might travel to find
The sweetest places
Of your explorations -
Those haunting sites
And dearest destinations -
And the ones you loved
Who left you behind.

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