Michael J. Falotico Poet Rhyme

Past Is the Past

by Michael J Falotico


                                        We called it the end before the page was turned..
                                  You can't write me as a hero on pages that we burned..                         
                                     I became an afterthought like a fast moving breeze..
                                      Sent away like a unwanted gift, still I left with ease..
                                           Fault was handed out like confetti in a parade..
                                     It landed where it wanted to with a destination made..
                                      Our breath was the same, now I exhale all the pain..
                                         Once a knight that rode in and saved your day..
                                               Now just a memory and a faded wave..
                                              We learned a lesson not taught in school..
                                                     The game of love has many rules..
                                                      Which is why the past is the past.
                                                        Because life goes way to fast..

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Kyle Kriticos May 29, 2011 at 1:14 PM Not only was that poem well written, but also it touched on a subject that I think about quite often. Thank you Michael!

Jslambert Mister Roboto April 29, 2011 at 1:29 AM Thoroughly enjoyed! ~JSLambert

M.I.A . April 27, 2011 at 5:14 PM there's something very romantic yet dramatic in your words. beautiful as always.

Poet Destroyer A April 27, 2011 at 3:06 PM True words to live by. Your words here are compelling and used in a very unique way.. the second and 3 rd lines make me wonder... of all things to be and not be... do you think cause its the past it should also be called a waste of time? It's easier to let go than face reality.. I think that is why we like to call it the past... why live it again.. its like you said..lesson learn.. enjoyed..take care ...p.d.

Stephen Parker April 27, 2011 at 2:47 PM I like your rhyme scheme. Your poem has a nice ebb and flow. You utlize the simile very well. I have written a poem entitled Unrequited Cinders. It deals with the same theme. If you so desire, you may take a look at it. Enjoyed your unrequited opine!

Wilma Neels April 27, 2011 at 2:28 PM A new favourite of mine.. I too need to find a way to move on.. Love Wilma

Linda-Marie Sweetheart April 27, 2011 at 2:10 PM Oh how very true the past is the past my friend and yet it seems to affect our future ..your words are gracious and speak of learning experience too.. u can never go backward in Life my White Knight.. and we are super fine.. packing for Italy ..leaving end of first week of May... house hunting for my son who lives with us... and ... always wonderful after reading your words Michael... your Jersey Girl in future mode today..luv..