Past echoes

I’m falling for the echoes of my past

the haunting of a time

when love was love and simple lines

were enough to see me through.

Now wisdoms here, my desires unclear

I’m biting through and through

past echoes


The desire

Could I let myself fall in your arms, so easily, so gently, so dangerously close?

What if I did, what if I reached too far, what if I touched that fire.

Could I ever go back?

I am in reverse.