The past was in the past,
Water under the bridge.
Or at least that’s what I thought.
I lived my life without thinking of it.
Not noticing you.
Not thinking of you.
Then you reached out.
Tried to get me to talk.
Acknowledged our lost bond.
Confusion sets in.
Anger starts to burn.
Fear takes over.
Why are you talking to me?
You’re the one who disowned me!
Why are you bringing the past to light?
Will I make it through this?
Will I ever see the end?
Will you leave me be?
Kristine Johnson
This is really good, especially since I know who you are talking about.