Impossibility

I like this one! Pretty good for being such an old post.

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The rearview mirror calls

my name,

begging me

to turn around!

go back!

STOP!

The past haunts me

with flash bulbs

filled with

liquid-brown eyes,

mischievous smiles,

rough fingers

carved by guitar strings.

When I look back,

I see

you and me

sitting on a broken dock,

splashing in a crystal river,

walking on a white beach,

waving goodbye through a bus window.

My retrospective

seems quite lonely,

and begs for me

to learn.

Reflection–is it the same

as restrospection?

Where we try to walk away

with something

good,

noble,

pure?

What lesson can I learn

from the

jagged-edged,

gaping wound

you left in

my chest?

I can still see

my heart,

pumping,

gasping,

whimpering

on the table

where you left it.

When I look back,

my bleeding heart

doesn’t see the

mess you made.

Instead,

all it sees is you,

all I see is you,

standing…

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