by Richard Vince

When I look for you,
What am I hoping to find?
You looked like a way out,
But I escaped years ago.

Perhaps I am looking for
A way back, even though
It is the last place
I want to find myself.

Still, there is much I left
Behind, though if I go back for it,
All I will find are shards
Littered along my life’s path.

The choice, then, is between
Past and future; but you are
Neither, so I must leave you
Nowhere and move on.


Posted on 02/11/2022
Copyright © 2022 Richard Vince

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