You cannot go back,
to return does not mean to rerun,
I recognise these streets,
recall a certain laugh,
a twisted lie,
an open door,
but my footprints have changed,
I cannot find the same sunflower
I drew when I was younger
than this youth I now cling to
and so many
of those old doors have twisted
and the lies opened out to be
nothing more than lessons.
I cannot go back,
the streets now wear shadows
that never fell from my form.
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Damien B. Donnelly 
We can never really return, can we? Even our memories are in constant flux. (K)
Complicated creatures we are!!!
“but my footprints have changed”–love how you put that
Thanks Jennifer 🤗
We cannot go back, but we can add new footprints in new places. And draw a sunflower bouquet. 🙂
Oh also–interesting theme you have for NaPoWriMo, Damien.
I thought it might help to already have some boundaries to bounce off for the month as time is always fleeting
🙂
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Thank you Paula 🤗🤗