When The Past Shows Its Face by poetbernardyoung

When The Past Shows Its Face

The façade crumbles
when the past shows its face.

‘Why are you here?
Go. Just go. Leave. I have
a family now. Go. Please.’

It breaks through. The past.
It breaks through.

‘What’s the matter?
You look as though
you’ve seen a ghost.’

‘I’m fine.’



‘Who was that?’

‘No one darling.
It was no one.’
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