'Twas a year gone by.
She wondered silently.
Time flying quickly.
Memories fading quietly.
What shall remain?
Of what had passed.
You never think about it.
Said an old adage.
Her past was her baggage.
Unable for her to let go.
The good always flies by.
The bad rears its shadow.
The haunting shadow,
That doesn't dim with light,
That burns eternally in the dark.
Sparks of the afterglow,
Is felt at this very moment....
She keeps walking,
She keeps living.
She tries to change.
She plays the present.
But the rewind button,
Always in control.
Keeps pausing to the moments,
That can never be fast forwarded.
Heart of hearts she yearns,
To live in the present,
even with the shadow haunting.
Is there anybody to show the way?
Or is she just a lost soul,
Without an anchor in sight.
'Twas her past remains,
Even if a year goes by.
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