the burning starts
the pain begins
an old scar
becomes a fresh wound anew
memories overwhelm
a name at its helm
near collapse
stolen breath
the world and heart stops
everything becomes flipflopped
only a wave is managed
walk of shame is subsquently taken
one look outside and it starts to rain
as i peer into my lonlely reflection from the window pane
all the memories, all the pain conveyed thorugh a simple wave
and a clear glass pane