Returning to the crime scene

It is a wonderful thought

That I have many people

Of whom I have crossed paths

At some time in my life

Who seem to naturally

Keep gravitating back to me

It is a blessing

That I have somehow

Touched them in a way

Or left such a mark

That they are unable

To forget me

No matter how many

Days, months or years

Have passed since contact

For some reason

They find their way back

They all know

They did wrong by me

I did not deserve

What they gave

Maybe they’ve seen their light

Seek forgiveness

For the errors of their ways

Maybe they’re hoping

To still make things right

Even though

They already know

There’s not a hope in sight.

Whatever their reason

Once more to my door

It seems they are

Compelled to return

Whether to find balance

Or settle an old score

Maybe to check

If I am still nice

And as kind

I was with them before

I am glad

I have left a mark

Visible only to them

I’m glad if it burns

And brings about regret

That I come to mind

Jarring an odious recall

If I still make them

Think of me

Because once

I’d have given them anything

Anything at all.

Sharon Carter-Wray

(Friday 8th February 2019)

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