You stepped back into my life
like a wave crashing ashore—
unexpected,
unrelenting.
The years between us
slipped through the cracks
of my resolve,
and I’m left standing,
barefoot on the edge
of something we never finished.

I wear this life
like a second skin,
something I never chose,
but grew into
because it was easy,
because it looked good
from the outside.
But you,
you look at me
like you still see ...