The Way She Came

Some may think she forgot the way she came

If she lifts her sleeves they’d see

Names of streets that stained her feet

She could recite them backwards

Picking up the rocks that trail

Back to before they became demolished dreams

A foundation settling on possibility

Nobody lives there now

So much has passed away

And yet

Still so much remains unvisited

Her thoughts the only train

That ride on the track

To the way back

Left turn at should

Right at should not

And suddenly you are

Where you were

Funny how easy it is

And how difficult it becomes

There are things that she doesn’t know

 some things she’ll never learn

And minds that can’t be untaught

she tries not to expose her wounds

and if they somehow become unveiled

she’ll hope you look away

not in dismay

but towards the reflections of denial

that she has poured

 along the way

Forget?

Never.

If only there were such things as forgetting.

Jaded souls

can’t be traded

For new 

She couldn’t be someone else

Though there were times she tried to

Until the make-up smeared

And there she was again

Left to face her face

Some may think she has forgotten

But she knows the way and she’ll never show you

She goes the same way she came

Alone.