Retro spects

Wed, 04/25/2018 - 13:22 -- tokii

It follows us, mockingly

Ever remembering

Persistent, a most ruinous companion

It’s funny, isn’t it?

Our past

And this little game we play

Teasing it, while it beckons us

to walk with it once more

With outstretched hands and muddied sight

we humor it


Isn’t it funny, this little game we play?

knowing we’ll always lose


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