What’s in the Past

All that can be said has faded away

and still we stand here, each waiting for the other to speak

as if our words aren’t laid at our feet

strewn there like corpses of a distant past

over whose slow death we ruled and did nothing

only watched the sea go by and wished to cross it

We each built our walls stone by stone

so slowly that the other never noticed

or never cared

Our handprints are fading in the sand where we lay together once

and watched the sunset through eyes closed

In this place we came to escape ourselves

they are now too wide open to see anything but the walls

The house I’m living in now was built in 1900. I wonder what stories it might tell…

Photo by Gary Edmonstone on Unsplash

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