Bygone

The past,
the yellowed past,
the all-inclusive past,
is never dead.

It hasn’t even passed yet.

The past, the past,
is there within,
embroilling the senses,
the body,
the thoughts,
the vision.

Every past counts.
And they are
ingrained.

Live with them.
Eat with them.
Shower with them.
Make love with them.

Past is the present.
Present is the future.

Past can teach you.
Past can kill you.
Past is power.

Yes, Past!
Twenty-two years?
You are still here.

You won’t be dead and buried.
The characters in the film,
they are long-gone.
Perhaps, living with their own pasts.

But past:
You’ll have a cozy shelter here.
Forever inscribed on my heart.

Penned by alittlesparrow

(15.04.22)