Don’t look back
To Brushwood
Forget the hey days
Dare you turn around
To see if the past lurks
Behind the edge of this sunset
Don’t look back at Barcelona
It was never your home
Even Buccleuch couldn’t contain you
Stamford was the real deal
But nothing is certain
Everything is history
Don’t look back
For sweet memories
Jackal Creek is not the end
Just dont look back
Even when you heart is hardened
And you cannot explain
the rush in your heart
Don’t look back
And fall dearly in love with yesterday
It brought us here
Conversations is a series of poems adapted from conversations with Tshedza
Posts
