the past is in the past
i look to the past
far too much,
this i know
i must give up
todo no es como lo era. y nunca volverá
yet i am helpless to resist
the kaleidoscope of memories that insist
they pour incessantly:
inevitable and inescapable
todo no es como lo era. y nunca volverá
i remember the scuffed shoes
and scraped knees,
the dirt-stained jeans
plus the sweat-soaked shirts
todo no es como lo era. y nunca volverá
i remember the sun’s caress upon my skin
and the wind lapping at my face,
the grass grabbing wildly for my feet
while the concrete’s unforgiving hands want naught to do with me
todo no es como lo era. y nunca volverá
i remember my high-pitched laughs
and my brothers unfettered wide smiles,
our friends’ exclamations of victory and lament
followed by deep exhalations of breath
todo no es como lo era. y nunca volverá
i remember my mom’s call, timed at light’s descent
and my dad’s tiredness at a work day’s end,
our loud family gatherings at my tia’s
where my cousins and i were at play
todo no es como lo era. y nunca volverá
but with these lens
i feel youth passing me by (it crawls and it runs)
and i’d rather not be the one
to let life give me no other love
todo no es como lo era. y nunca volverá
i’ll always look back with love (on this you can bet)
but now i must open my eyes,
to recognize all that i have
in this day and age
todo no es como lo era. y nunca volverá
for i still feel the sun’s stroke
and listen to the wind’s whisperings,
i lay among the grass on warm summer days
and dance upon the concrete that is my stage
todo no es como lo era. y nunca volverá
for i have friends i never saw coming
and they make me laugh endlessly,
their presence and support given freely when needed
as i do for them
todo no es como lo era. y nunca volverá
for my family is still alive and well
and though we have grown and have more to go,
this bond is ever-present
and only deepens over time
todo no es como lo era. y nunca volverá
for i am growing and learning
and coming into my self,
expanding my horizons
and sticking to my roots
todo no es como lo era. y nunca volverá
aceptaré las cosas como son y como vienen
y viviré en el ahora
el tiempo pasará, como siempre ha hecho
y quizás el cambio sí es por lo bueno
todo no es como lo era. y jamás volverá
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