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.