The Past A Cloak (After Diana Khoi Nguyen)

Tatters of recollections
Warmed us during cold nights,
Pulled close, the past
Draped around us as a cloak.

Shuffling forward inch by inch,
Into an unknown future,
No time to look back,
No chance to change our mind.

The night gradually thins
Into a welcoming pale light,
Warm air finally replacing
The threadbare cloak of a well-worn past.