Present.

No confetti,
No music,
Nothing left,
Sound is silent,
Wind lays low,
As we go,
Leaving,
Nothing,
Behind us,
I tend to,
Look back,
Turn around,
Glance at...
My review mirror,
Yet as you,
Squeeze my hand,
I realise,
There is no amount,
Of care, regret, doubt,
That can ever,
Change my past,
The only thing,
That I have,
Now that I,
Broke free,
Is the chance,
To make by my own actions,
The presence I,
Love to be in,
And my present,
Is you.

Confetti falls, when the wall crumbles...

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