This city is full of strangers -
About seven million or so,
Not even including tourists...
They come and go freely
Through the streets, through the thoughts,
Through the lives of each other...
Without ever wanting to stay.
Without
Looking
Back.
That’s probably the way it should be
Like the waives of the ocean
Come and go
Sometimes rough and scary,
And so caring and gentle sometimes.
They can rock you softly like a baby,
So that you’ll forget all your
Worries and fears...
But if you try to keep a waive
From moving forward
It will carry you back to the shore
And will take off,
Off for its
Journey...
...without even saying good bye
without looking back...
We all know what happened to those,
To those keepers who wanted to hold to
Things they used to admire and care about,
Sweet memories of their lives...
We read about them in the Bible,
Some people wrote thick books about them...
How Lot’s wife turned her head around
To look for the last time at her home,
Where she lived and where she loved.
And turned
Into a
Pillar of
Salt.
***
...I know this, I know,
My friend
I better
Let you
Go,
My friend,
Without even
Thinking of
Asking you
To stay my friend.
Without
Looking
Back
Without
Looking
Back
October 5,2005
Elena V. Moonray
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/looking-back-4/
