Hades never promised me a Eurydice.
Looking backwards, whether succumbing
to doubt, fear, an overwhelming desire,
or simply caught between love and reason,
never cost me the one whose hand I held.
And who hasn't turned around a time or two,
disregarding the angel's explicit command,
to look upon all that we were leaving
for a better land where everyone always
strains their looking forward into the future.
Orpheus lost, arriving from the underworld
with no one holding his hand to keep
him warm at night. The wife of Lot, nameless,
lost, a pillar now, a tower warning against
attachment and divine disobedience. And me?
What dire consequences, when I cling
to a way of life, do I suffer for just a glance?
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