Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Leave the past in the past



Years had passed
He floated in as he dissolved away
Too magical to be true
too tender to be felt and tasted
Some encounters are better wasted
Better kept separate from the crudeness of the next day
The debt of past had passed
forgetfulness is its own bliss
Has it not been a decade since his last kiss?
Has she not gone-
pleasures forgone rights relinquished
Has she not lived tasteless-
her fires quenched
Has she crossed oceans to be followed with his dismay?

Some hearts love with no regrets
Some do it to forget
And some are torn to shreds
Leave the past in the past dear
It is just better this way …

13 comments:

Dareen said...

This is just sad and beautiful :(

I relate in one way or the other! But, I still question!

Mar said...

Exactly. Leave the past to the past. Move on babe. Or move to Dubai :)

Mirvat said...

marmoura you're such a delight :) no dubai plans in sight ;) yalla here is not so bad..

J said...

Exactly Mar...

Leave the past to the past dear
It WAS better this way …
i told you mirvat he shouldn't visit her in the city she loves better kept separate from the crudeness of the next day(...)

the past... rainy day, sun, set, she's 17 he's 23 waiting under the trees in his red car... it was her first year....deja vu after 13 years in the same place... she said our past is our future

don't forget he was born to make her suffer.

he sees them by the river, he's playing with her hair and he's holding her head with his sun-kissed arms.

Leave the past to the past but don't hurt the future

Mirvat said...

finally i made a poet out of you.

once she loved and he couldn't love her back, she loved herself instead and with age comes stiffness of emotions and complexity of life. a friend who can't appreciate that is a friend who hasn't listened.

too bad. still is perfect in the past.

J said...

they were young, very young...

let's don't blame the age...

a real friend should appreciate everyhting

I think they have to catch up on a cup of coffee when he arrives to city she loves....

Mirvat we wanna live as you said..

See the past and smile it might give a push :)

Mirvat said...

:)

AM said...

Sigh ...
I don't know how I missed the previous post before (which is attached) but since I came here in the morning, this post is on my mind and I keep coming to read it again and again ...
You so described my life in it ... and my everlasting (and until now, secret) pain :)

Mirvat said...

am why do all of us girls seem to be trapped in stories like this?

transient said...

first, wow, you disappear for a while then post like a woman possessed, and judging by these posts the possession is being exorcised. may your demons be past.

( it does; however, make from some great writing).

[ j i m m y ] said...

do i see karm el zeitoun in the photo?

great posts as usual mirvat.

AM said...

'Trapped' is the right word.
My answer is: I don't know ... pushed it away time after time, I tried over the years to think things reasonably, but I guess reason has no place in such stories. I think it's best described in this French saying (which I think goes like this if I'm not mistaken): le coeur a ses raisons que la raison ne comprend pas :)

jooj said...

Some encounters are better wasted
eh walla!