..............Don'T Look Back Poem by elysabeth faslund

The Twelfth of Never came.
Morning song, plainly the same.
New, and old, you walked toward me,
Back through Time. Teared memory

Misted real. You tickled my heart.
Heated. Held. 'You had no part
In what happened...my fault alone.
No guilt. My choice. If I had known

Pain caused by that gunshot, I'd
Change Time. Christmas by your side
Forever. You need not pack.
Open the Door. Don't look back.'

Walking into Eternity, I was sure, remembered,
'The Ghost and Mrs. Muir' had played that past
December.