Dusk drops it's tepid blanket on the day
incongruous darkness seeping into the soul
eyes closing and drifting, reminiscent
days gone into the annals of the past.

i take a simple step, one of many
out into the roads of the alleys
hidden behind a slight smile
and eyes that squint against the light.

as if touched by the hand of an old friend
paces traverse the memories
hidden, locked behind a myriad of doors
labelled by some, simply as the Past.

a kaleidoscopic slideshow
faces, passions, needs, wants, desires, losses
all mingling
a cocktail calling out, to a trembling alcoholic

i wish it could stop
cease
slow crawl

i wish i could relive them
fix them
deny them
i wish i could simply reach them.

but conclusions come hard and fast in a world that tears away
and too late i learn
i discover
that only in death
will the past matter.

05/06/2011