The Past

I want to ask why?
Why am I the last thing on your mind before you sleep and the first thing on your mind as you wake?
Why?
When that chapter’s been closed for so long
The dice cast
The hands played
You held all the sixes
Why?
When the memories Have been processed and buried
The betrayals forgiven
At least for me
Why?
When you took that wind that carried you away
Rode it to your ultimate goal
As the substitution was no longer needed
Why?
Why I ask
But I don’t need to understand
As I’ve rolled my dice
Now playing my hand
Riding my wind
So I won’t cross that bridge
But will barricade it
Why?
Because I can
Because I want to
Because that moment is gone
And I want new moments
Untarnished
Unblemished
Why?
Because I’m free

By: Aleah Charlemagne

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