Never Go Back Poem by Owain Glyn

I crept along the silent streets, their familiarity painful and accusing.
Even in this darkness the sick worm of cowardice drives me to the shadows.
I know each brick, each door, each window pane,
We huddled in these doorways, to touch, to kiss, and to escape the rain.

The filthy soot-smeared streetlights search me out, to interrogate me, each in turn,
What are you doing here? Why have you come back? What do you want?
I know these pavements, each and every crack,
We trod them in our search for joy, caressed as we walked back.

I struggle on, the sodden wind invading me; I bow my head in useless shame.
The pregnant sky gives birth, it's cold, sharp progeny mock and sneer at me.
I know these skies, beneath them I have laughed, and loved, and cried.
Below this sullen blanket my Love flourished, then sickened, till it died.

So, why have I returned to this place of Ghosts and memories?
Where Love was both freely and honestly given, but dishonestly butchered.
I know this place, it haunts me, each night and every day,
But now I'm here and feel it's hate, I slowly creep away.
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