Monday, April 21

042014 - Unfinished

You came rushing back;
Back as I pick the pieces up -
As I try to piece myself back together.

Rushing back to where we were,
To how we were before.
It was never the same again.
You and I changed -
We fell and got wounded,
We changed,
We grew up.

Rushing to something new,
Something seemingly familiar.
Feels like we've been here before,
But it was not the same place.
Are we going ‘round circles -
- or paving new paths?

You never left.

Originally posted here.