Past Never Present

She was frightened by the dangerous depths of her affections which afflicted her.

Influenced by youthful naiveté, her back turned on loyal love for light lust.

Like a doe suddenly surprised, she fled.

Watching his prize slip away, the hunter wonders if his foot fell too heavily.

Incredulously instantaneous, as if beginning and end had no middle.

What is; is what was and what will be became what has always been.

Yet fate laughed last; forever became never.

The sun rose just too set and settled.

She opened a door where there was no door, turned on the lights and moved in.

Now gone, the door where there was no door is left open

The room where there was no room now empty where once had been no space.

The lease signed but no tenant, un-paid rent rapidly accumulating interest.

Where there was once light; now darkness

Like a sudden bonfire in the dim of night; vanishing, taking hostage sight.

The owl is now blind.

An apple, fallen before it’s time.

The branch, regretfully gazes upon its remains.

What was to be delicious; now destroyed, to be savored now sacrificed.

The winds whisper wisdom,

Nothing is certain; is the lesson learnt.

Opportunity has a window, they say.

What has always been; now never was

What will be; now never became.

The window is closed.

Opportunity looks through it, wondering if it was ever really open.

A warm draft of stubborn wind quietly enters where there was no entry,

Leaving behind a hopeless hope and a memory that died though never lived.