The past is in the past
we never have looked back
our lives already cast—
but in the quietude
when I can’t fall asleep
I recall a time
from that place where memories steep.
Under this façade,
where all is status quo
sometimes I have pondered;
—but things are what they are
and what was meant to be
has already unfolded.
O, how we skirt our truth
when speaking of our youth,
it’s better not to say…
when words diminish memories
and just get in the way
© Ginny Brannan 2021
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