I found myself drifting

back to you,

back to those memories.

And I don’t why

I return to yesterday…

to the places we had visited,

to the words you used to say,

revisiting those places and words that I

cannot ever really go back to.

Is it to heal myself?

Is it to punish myself?

Or might it just be to understand

how I got to here and now.

Here and now | poetry | Linda J Wolff