The past
leaves no tracks
only that
you imagine
you could retrace
your every step
and wish
that the outcome
had been different-

like sand
swept away
and swallowed
by the ravenous sea-

if there are tears
you weep alone
you can't reclaim
what had gone before-

like a song
sung only once
never to be heard
again

like a leaf
lost in a storm

like a flower
detached from the stem

like a star
fallen into space infinite

like clouds
dispersed

like a kiss lost
as the lover
has bidden goodbye

like love
that has died-

the past
is a disconnect
a critic
that mocks
it has no face
a mist
that has disappeared
into the nowhere.