Hour 6

Hour 6

Windows, looking back

Windows, looking back
I wonder if they are two-way.
Now from the outside, the
Drapes drawn heavy
Only obscure the
View within.

Looking back I can
Observe what passed inside
Only I did not grasp what
Keeping truth of me meant.
I had to walk away.
Now in the today I am
Going on ahead.

Backwards thinking is
A trip I won’t make I
Can I go to that place but just
Keep on and don’t look back.

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