could hardly remember your face back then but now it's all i can see

i'll live for you, i'll die for you

all in the name of your memory

i will walk the final road

"never look back here," you had once said

but that wasn't how it would be.

no, how it should be.

burning vengeance buried deep in your chest

something opened up, deep wounds from back then

rolling in the dirt, wheels deep in unescapable mud

six feet below, eleven feet above

running and running and running and stopping at the snowy cliff

"don't you want to join them?" the wind called your name as you stared to the swirling snowstorm below

it was true you missed them, but wasn't this a fool's errand in the end?

she was right all along, and died with a broken heart, as you left one final pain at the end

new blood, new vengeance, the cycle continues

but how will it break?

will it?

"carry on my son, and never look back."

(August 2021)