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Time Does Not Heal All

If I wind back these hands far enough

will I find you sitting opposite me?

Jittery and nervous

trying to explain what the doctor told you

and telling me stories,

no doubt in the hope I’ll stop asking questions,

about why you can’t sit still,

why you couldn’t string words together last time we spoke,

why you keep bouncing your gaze from cocktail glass

to candle, to bar staff,

like you’re waiting for an alarm to sound

that really we should all be expecting.

I will count your drinks again.

I will make a comment about it

to the mutual friend sat beside you

when you venture off to use the bathroom.

I will be worried again

and that wasn’t something new

just exaggerated in the current scenario.

When didn’t I realise

the clock was counting down

and I didn’t see the lies

you wrapped over my worries

like badly applied plasters.

What is it about that past

that can make it haunt the present so?

Why can I not leave that cocktail bar behind?

Daily Post: Present


I’ve written two posts today from the Daily Post prompt present. I didn’t set our intending to but this poem just sort of slipped out anyway. Mostly because of the prompt’s link with time. I’m the sort of person who spends a lot of thought on how I could have changed the outcome of situations if I’d handled things different, if I’d know things that I know now then. In the end it’s a waste of time. I can’t change the past, I just have to live with the present as it is.

This entry was posted in: Poetry


Carol Forrester is a twenty-four year old writer trying to be a better one. Don’t ask her what her hobbies are because the list doesn’t get much beyond, reading, writing and talking about the same. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University and various poems and stories scattered across the net. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry’s. Most recently, her poem ‘Sunsets’ was featured on Eyes Plus Words, and her personal blog Writing and Works hosts a mass of writing from across the last five years. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and is always open to writing more and hosting guest bloggers here on Writing and Works. With hopes of publishing a novel in the next five years and perhaps a collection or two of smaller works, Carol Forrester is nothing if not ambitious. Her writing tries to cover every theme in human life and a lot of her work pulls inspiration from her own eccentric family in the rural wonders of Shropshire life.

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