Poem # 25 – Behind Us

Silently he works in the distance,
He talks to me with no words,
He only wishes me well,
Untill I fell or fall prey,
He shall step forward and lunge to my rescue,
But dare he trifle me so,
He shall go,
Race and panic,
And claim my heart to be his,
Its no true mystery,
But its all just history,

The past is behind us.

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