I keep looking back,
At you —
Us —
At everything past.
the past
Remains ever present —
Never staying as the past.
Filling each corner
Of the mind, sorting
Through every stone —
Waiting on my thoughts
To get to the present.
The present consists of
Only confusion, and
Lonely smiles —
A sense of just being,
Of being misplaced —
No longer knowing
How we were before, or
How to get back to accepting
Being alone.
Lose everything.
Become no one,
Become someone new —
Let go and grow.
