Look Behind You

Sometimes you look what's behind,

and you see what once was here.

what was there,

when you still awake at one particular dawn,

or when you were running out of breath,

try to catch up that particular train.

You will see familiar faces,

names,

stacked up vague memories of youth.

You'll end up longing to it

the bittersweet days of fifteen,

the unbothered age but often necessary.

And as you come up with question based with doubts,

the tape starts to play itself.

Showing that particular scene of days

when you were there,

living your fullest adolescence.

Look behind you.