Long pauses can be healing
I needed the freeze frame forward halt hiatus.
But you follow me
Hot pursuit
And cold shoulder
And when at last I think I've fixed it, fettered it, fled it
I turn around and there you are
Present and turned in on yourself
Searing a scar onto my soul with one intense look
And turning away.
And I wonder why this time.
I think I know what scares you most.
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