risk

yesterday was a long time ago.
and today seems far.
tomorrow always sounds
like a good place.
let's meet. but not try
to relive the old
that ties us together.
we still hang
by those nooses.
tomorrow promises freedom.
it might be another trap.
but let's risk it.

resentment

looking away from
past shadows, we face
the sun in our pictures.
our smiles betray nothing,
though something stirs.
it will never be enough.
this. that we are trying.
building on foundations
that are mere assumptions.
when we are 65, perhaps
regret will become graceful.
and we would finally drop
a lifetime of wilful pretences.