It seems that now the veil has lifted slightly
the appeal is found beneath the memories
the constant glancing backward has now ceased
and I can breathe again.
Occasionally, it trips me over as I grope relentlessly
towards the future
waiting patiently for someone to say
“I told you so”.
Each day breathes new life
as the dying memories that hitherto I clung to
slowly slip away...
No longer am I waiting for a train that’s never coming.
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