the past

is a play

of lost opportunities

with no entrance point

to make themselves peaceful

they play on the mind

and interupt the body’s flow

with no resolution in sight

they hover

the little unhappinesses

looking for something in common

that their voices joined

will be sooner heard

they themselves

have no idea

that they are lost

that their time

has come and gone

they wait and weight

until with courage

you dissolve them into light

that they might

be fulfilled

through circumstances

in another life