Places once riddled with our steps.
Whole floors shaken by our force.
Consciences that evolved in these spaces.
It calls to us time and again.
That pang. That weight. That longing to connect again.
Days, months of absence have a good tendency to lead to that.
What will it mean if you heed it?
Does hope truly live again if you open that closed door?
How does one know if the lies that doomed us
won't be back to bite us?
Are we expected to forget, to fall in line, to judge?
Fate and circumstance led us to this road,
never to look back, never to be the same.
What a betrayal, some would say,
a betrayal to ourselves for rejecting that.
So again, I ask you:
Will it truly make a difference?