I want to snapshot this season
Hold it longer than it’s lasting
That I may pull out the pictures,
– Give them a re-look –
On darker, harder days.
Not for pining or looking back’s sake,
(in forsaking a different present)
But as a carry over, a help
– through, past –
What may otherwise seem too hard,
All wrong, not this.
May looking back
Be more a spurring on:
Regret in the wake
And all that’s forgotten.