You’re the past to my future,
and it dawns on me
that this life we built
was never a place
you actually dwelt in.

And as I notice you
passing by slowly
crossing the bridge of my present,
I know we were just a park
you took a stroll in.

And while I watch you
disappearing into my past
moving out of sight surely,
I realise we were an opportunity
you merely scratched the surface of.

You’re the past to my future,
small wonder
my world has become
a garden with a high fence
and a house with a locked door.

© november child

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