Passed

Passed

no need to mourn the past
the past is passed
there’s nothing you can do
to change it now

no need to relive the pain
wounds will heal
if you really want them to
but do you really?

It’s time to kill your darlings
the few good memories
drawing you back into reveries
of years of pain

leave the past in a sealed tomb
of stony forgetfulness
don’t go there to weep, to grieve
don’t visit cemeteries

just let the dead bury the dead
determine you will live
far from graveyards of regret
unseeing eyes, non-hearing ears

perhaps the best is yet to be, filled
with love and laughter
saturated with peace and healing
the past is passed, let it go….