"A way of smiling over your shoulder to the shadow you've become" Monica Manolachi

Looking back never worked...

except when it ignited humor.

Lucky if shadow is all that's left, 

all that's left of what is still there.

Nothing solid remains, that's good.

It was too much to put up with anyway.

Now, no one is sure you're there,

yourself included in delicious uncertainty.

A mystery, infuriatingly not pinned down,

a distraction to all those that still believe.