[Memories]

Come flooding
Back.

The storm
Still rages
Deep in my soul.

A year has come
And gone
Since the last
Conversation.

So many times
I was rejected.

So many times
You picked up
The pieces.

Now
I realize
That nothing
I could say
Or do to make
You talk to me.

I'm still broken
But

I'm working on it,

Healing.