Tag: the past

Who I Had Been – A Poem

I stepped onto the elevator and noticed him immediately. He had a shocked look on his face and then I watched as his eyes changed from the widened gaze of surprise to the narrowed gaze of contempt. A little smirk played around the corners…

Love Letters – A Poem

I met one of my neighbours coming into my building. We said hello and smiled at each other. I held the door open for her. She smiled even more brightly. “I wonder if the mail has come yet.” She said, with a soft anticipation…

A Seed About to Grow – A Poem

Sometimes, when I am asleep, I dream of who I used to be, who I left behind. I can usually see his shadow first, made of smoke and mist. I watch as he stumbles, as he tries to do control a body that is…

No Longer Broken – A Poem

I went back. Back to the cliff, back to where my life had changed. I wondered, vaguely, where the wind had taken the Broken Man, that part of me that he had seen me as. The most difficult for me was that, for a…

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