A simple message is all it is (I tell myself)

But is it really?

A blast from the past, as the old rhyme goes
And I plunge once again into uncertainty
The photographs were thrown out
The memories made just that

Memories

No actual words were spoken
No looks exchanged
And I’m left quivering in my sneakers
Because she left a wake worthy of a hurricane
And I’m so afraid she’s back to shake things up

Even more so that she’s back to stay