When the past sneaks up,
What do you do?
There's a bolting shock
To your core;
A capable flame wavers.
Fragility might show its face
And faces you never thought
You'd see again smile.
The past sneaks up,
Flooding your shoes—
Cementing you to endure
The things you've hoped
To forget.
But you've never actually
Been able to forget.
And then it walks away.