The Past

Disclaimer: when i think i write, and when i'm alone i think, and often it doesnt make sense but it does in fact rhyme, so take it for what it is and don't read to much into it, perhaps it will mean something completely different for you.


if the past came right up and knocked on your door,
would you answer it?
or just look through that stupid peep hole?
if the past still had a key,
would you change the locks?
or just sit around all day waiting for the knob to turn.
if the past were made of sugar crystals,
would you wrap it up in tissue paper?
or swallow it down just like a pill?
if the past came running back like restless abandon,
would you embrace it?
or throw it out just for the thrill.
if the past were cold like bare hands on the snow
would you still remember how warm it made you feel?
if you needed the past the way it still needs you,
would any of this be real?