Ever Present

The
weeks
months
years
keep
haunting
me.

Running
the
corridors
of my
mind.

Refusing
to let
go.

A silhouette
from the
past,
another
time
A wonderful
someone.

A hearts
door
refusing
to close
ever
present

leading
me into
the
future.

poem by Heather Burns
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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