We have an intricate relationship; the past and I.
I like to call it a symbiotic dynamic… just with a
delayed beneficiary: me.
I like to think we each obtain an even payout.
The past is gifted to remain an ever-present
Part of I, and I reap the awaiting rewards
Of desperate prayer.
Prayer for recovery, a deepened faith, and a joyful
Future.
This tense of time and I have bittersweet conversations.
I ask all the Whys, the Whens...the rhetorical questions
That I still beg for the answers to.
These inquiries still deserve endearment,
For I know that the answers will reveal themselves with a
Change in the tense of time.
These remnants of the present protrude my consciousness.
We often engage in quarrels about “what if….”
I ponder forgotten feelings, I sit in lost seconds, and I welcome
The needed reminders of the Lord’s presence across
the span of time.
Moments I have deeply despised, ones I wish remained longer, and
Those I foolishly disregarded, we joust.
Past: A four-letter word with a rather simple definition.
“No longer existing” denotes this sense of space.
Is it truly no longer existing?
What about this nonexistent period no longer
Floods my mind with persistent inquiry, wonderment,
Prods my thoughts and lives in my being daily?
Past: one syllable that holds our stories in its hands.
Past: a moment that no longer exists in time and space,
But a memory that remains forever in thought.
Past, I think of you like an old friend whom I hear from often.
An intricately symbiotic, sensitive relationship in
Which I will always benefit, and thy is blessed by harboring
Room in my temporal lobe.
To this slithery sense of tense, I will see you when it’s
Yesterday.
She is MME
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