three Days meet on a Saturday

today is a day for memory
nice and bitter alike
burnon the eyes in the black
of my mind
white teeth in laughter
ironic, isn’t it?
and the past peers at me
through the seams
a three-fold mirror
long-gone, just past
no-past.

I saw my grandfather’s wink
my father’s smile
my ex-lover’s hands on the steering wheel
heard a laugh as he looked at me
with a grace that needed nothing
to perfect it.
Dead for summers, missing, awol,gone from my life
like a spark in twilight
why did i get the one i prayed for least? I thought, not so much
an affront to God
but a question of Life
funny how things get clearer sometimes
and here’s the answer..
they’re walking towards me - the Past, the Could-Be (Please Be) -
and this time
I’m not running.

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