And I doubt I’ll be able to forget
the text messages we sent,
how many times I said I was scared,
how you kept saying it would be okay.
And today, when I came home,
I was waved over and asked
why there were sirens.
Why there were police
with searching flashlights
on that random night.
And I didn’t give much info,
relieved she didn’t know
it was regarding me.
And I wish I could forget it all,
to not be reminded of the
sights and sounds of that night,
the way I cowered in fear,
the way I’ll have this as my history,
the way I’ll never be the same.
