I thought that when the yelling stopped
and the door slammed shut
I could rest in the silence.
But a window of blinding memories
got thrown open
overwhelming me with their assault.
For the first time, I saw little red flags
littering my past
like lollipops in the snow.
Sweet memories turned sour and jaded,
ripping at my heart
and destroying every single thing.
Nowhere to go, I sat there
in the blinding overwhelmingness
of what was me and us.
Once in awhile, I write a poem. They just come out of nowhere and aren’t inspired by anything special. They just are.