Few words, handwritten, 
A few words in imagination 
Rewriting history and rewiring heads 
She molded herself unrecognizable 
Brand new being, brand new self 
For the sake of never being known by the ones she once knew 
Notions anew, and urges finally followed through 

She takes me with her, one handed 
Heart changing in a haven of her own time 
Time so forgiving, for her own mind 
Time forgotten in me - I’m stuck in past lives 
Still sitting on a picnic blanket, a bible in shared hands 
I was lost once too, until she found me there 
Read me for what I was and loved me for it 

Years gone by the wayside 

Familiarity upon first encounters 
Unmistakable familial ties, tied in unison 
We were tangled together 
But she unravels before my eyes 
Satisfying the temporal; temporarily hostile 
The promises made just for fun 
But I didn’t know it was just for fun 
I didn’t know then what I fear now 
Illuminated understanding in what I never could see 

Crossing fingers in far off places 
I whisper wishes she can’t hear 
Pray to a god she’s forsaken; a God I don’t ask for anything 
But I’m begging for forgiveness in the honesty 
I’m begging, as my voice shakes 
A life once loved already faded, still on the line in it’s entirety 
She talks to her friends and I’m so unjust 
She talks to her mom, who says she can do better 

Attempted salvation; a lesson in futility 
I go unheard and slip through the cracks 
Waiting, though I’m not sure for what 
Waiting, for a reality long passed 

A past in the making
Keep it small, keep it sweet