Mr. Past comes after midnight
bringing with him a bag
a bag full of sadness
why always at night?
why not during the day?
so i could look inside his eyes
say “leave me alone, i don’t need the old stuff”
but not, he always comes at night,
when the silence is loud
and i can’t hear his steps,
he sits by my bed and opens the bag.
too late to do anything,
i hold what he has to offer.