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