You lost her in the past somewhere
You should have looked when you had her hand
And listened close so you could understand
Don’t look back, you must look ahead
Seek out safer game instead
Don’t look back, the past set you free
Let yourself loose from what could be
No longer tied down to past shames
Or linked inexorably to unwanted names
So step forward, take a chance
And join in on future’s dance
Only a few more days of poetry.
Anyone looking forward to a short story?
Do I have one in me?
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