Isolated,
he won’t stray far
from the girl.
Her past is dark
and baresÂ
its teeth.
Lost love
distractions
scatter like
seeds. HisÂ
soul cast aside
for one momentÂ
of happiness.
She,
something soft,
something shared,
white sweater and curls.
The past,
a tough adversary,
turns on a heel,
walks awayÂ
again.
This time,
as it should be.