Poemetry by T.A. Barnhart

2023-2-7

things that never were
do not matter to me,
not as much as i wish
the things there were
had never been.
my desire for the past
to never have been
becomes my present:
a past waiting to become
one more regret.
but since all of that
is pure fantasy,
why not let that past
fade to black
and choose a
right here right now
that at least
makes me happy.


┬ęTA Barnhart February 7, 2023