For Once In My Life, The Past Is Past.

for once in my life, the past is past.

no photo of me before you holds the weight it used to.

no single day was ever as bright as mine are now.

now.

now, i am looking forward.

you have plucked me up, brushed me off, patted my head, and turned me around.

i am facing away from the past, looking the same direction as you. forward.

i took a shower this morning,

but i didn’t wash my hair.

it smelled like cigarettes.

it looks terrible,

but i wanted to keep that lingering bit of you.

that crinkly, dried up bouquet fell in my sleep,

and i didn’t even wake up.

i’ve been sleepwalking long enough, just tell me.

or do i come to you in omens, too?

i turn over the dice,

one, four, three,

and you must turn them back - even if you aren’t thinking of me.

and at the end of it all, we didn’t even get to dance

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