Conversations: Don’t look back

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