Unwanted Memories Poem by Mark Heathcote

When unwanted memories
come to a stationary point in the track;
it's then you must imagine
you have paid your full fare your full whack,
and have already packed.
Thrown on board that old battered suitcase
with all its miscellaneous-tat
and waved it on its dreary way,
while you still sit lonesome looking on.
But in this smog-filled noisy station,
remember that this precious day
is also drifting on by and will also
soon enough be a long-gone distant memory.
So please don't waste any more treasured moments
regretting what's already distantly departed
it wasn't your destination,
all those other people had other places to be.
And although your tracks crossed
they're now on the side of some
bitter resentment, a deeply frozen becalmed sea
remembering-something-totally different
from you or me. Holding on to all that
waylaid miscellaneous-tat of
yesteryear and yesterday. Be as happy
as me knowing that their destination
will be forevermore-hopelessly looking back
while yours and mine are-spent-much-more-
favourably further on up an undisclosed track.