It might knock on your door

Past haunts and stalks us

it peeps now and it will peep then

It will come knocking on your door

and you'll run to it again

with mind frozen and heart enthralled

You will try to resist yourself

It is difficult as you'll then recall

what you cannot really erase from you

and has really made you who you are

but you will be squashed in your two faces

But then living in your past makes you sad

both expressively and as a person

and you'll try to look forward to a vivid fresh face

that makes you up and dresses you up

in a more assiduous way

You might seek for its traces in the new face

and replacements in a new grace

but faces are never the same again

even they are squashed between their two sides

You can sense your past in your heart

but it's gone farther than you assume

Just before you felt it by your side

It was gone on a path far and wide