Mr. Past

by Elizabeth

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.


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