The Twelfth of Never came. <br />Morning song, plainly the same. <br />New, and old, you walked toward me, <br />Back through Time. Teared memory <br /> <br />Misted real. You tickled my heart. <br />Heated. Held. 'You had no part <br />In what happened...my fault alone. <br />No guilt. My choice. If I had known <br /> <br />Pain caused by that gunshot, I'd <br />Change Time. Christmas by your side <br />Forever. You need not pack. <br />Open the Door. Don't look back.' <br /> <br />Walking into Eternity, I was sure, remembered, <br />'The Ghost and Mrs. Muir' had played that past <br />December.<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-t-look-back-8/
