Those Donkeys!

I gazed outside my window.
Not to see first loves picking up mistakes.
But to watch you being chased.
By your past.
By your conscience.

We were young when we first find shelter in the shadows.
Without any doubt, we had found our haven.
.You can never stare into my eyes.
To find neither deceit nor delight.

You were long gone before the sun could set you down.
Long before the shadows would find you.
I thought it was clever for you not too look back at me.
Look back at me looking at your past.

When we were young.