Prints and memoirs

I've wriggled out, 

over and taking time, 

from all of that you have instilled in me, 

from love to worthlessness

An arduous escape from all of you, 

even the tiniest bit of you, 

to find a new space to breathe 

and a world to start over. 

And then there's this read, 

inexplicably making me, 

all these years later, in a flick of time, 

traverse all that path again, 

plunging myself to deep dark corners 

where you left me the day you walked away.