Whirlwind

VI.

Why are you always in my face
even when you’re not there?
Why do my scabs and scars
resurface at the sight of you?
Why do you insist on trying to
break those walls that you broke before?
Those walls that you broke
and showed me through them
that sunset with the ember painted clouds
But now,
all you can show me is dark circle eyes
and a tired glow.

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