The past haunts in strange, sinister way,
like a jilted ex, always lurking by the corner,
As you stroll, trying to be oblivious to it's existence,
It springs from the bushes, startling
And makes it clear it's not a prank,
Heart thumping, dazed
You are lost for words
to explain or extricate oneself,
or explain that she has no use anymore
But she throws that devilish grin
as if to say 'you and me are bound by the hip, Forever '
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