Without Turning Back Poem by Charles Lara

Without Turning Back



Our youth aged like
summer flies tasting autumn
before the first frost
sitting under radiators
and waiting for the
warmth to come
to ward off frozen wings
like plastic smiles caught
in a juvenile photograph
we moved without
much thought to where
we lost each other before
it even started

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