Past

sometimes I want to grab my past
and shout: “take me back”
I want to breath the fresh crisp air,
bask under the glistening gold sunlight
I see in my dreams in my dark night
I want to feel the levity of life
as if every day was a surprise playtime
if I see my past self in the mirror
sometimes I want to grab my past
and shout: “take me back”
but it’s the darkness that stares back at me
and I, staring back at the darkness.

2.3.2023