And she chose a yard to burn

Feels like from another lifetime.

When under attack, retreat to the safest place, that is, the place that feels most familiar.

Time’s a river so they say

Nobody knows me at all

After all this time

The memories are mine

Some people were once soft as water

Takes so much to get through to me

Therefore there is a charge for the

Eyeing of my scars

The hearing of my heart

How did we get here again, so quickly.

I know I played the part of being unfeeling, impenetrable. The same old defenses.

Cinder and smoke. Sometimes memories are triggered.

Only by talking about you will others understand the kind of person I am. Even when you made me promise not to let go, I did.

Ever the self-preserving, self-centered one.