She crashes into
My sunny morning,
Interrupting my steady walk.
A tormenting thing,
Female and young.
She looks like me,
Exactly like me
When I was thinner and stupid.
She’s after me now
Laughing soundlessly,
Throwing dirty stones,
An avenging vandal.
She hurls the
Memories
Hard against my back.
I thought she couldn’t
Find me here,
Miles away,
Years away.
The wounds from the stones ache.