A Carol

As you look behind you,
Back on that one day,
Where if you tweaked one thing,
One action,
One word,
Everything would be different.

As you look behind you,
Onto that bright shade of red,
Of love,
Of hope,
You realise that it is fading each day,
It resembles now a brown,
Now a grey.

As you look behind you,
You wonder if its too late,
Too late to take back all that anger,
And that hate.
Too late to walk back through that door,
Realising no-one lives there anymore.
And yet,
You find yourself, thinking of fake
Pasts
Presents
And futures.

As the past comes by to haunt you,
You use the present to defend.
And as the future starts to daunt you,
It leads you towards your bitter end.