Pull Of The Past

Behance

The last, best place. EH

The numinous jumble
of memory, what was,
ruined but living,
where light and
wind still blow
through glowing,
remembered realities.

Where past loves
and victories
linger and smile.

A fallback position
from the shrinking
present’s onslaught
where Chekhov’s
inevitable gun
has already fired.

A kinder time
than brutal now
where certain defeat
gruesomely grins,

awaiting the final bow.