Heard the past echoed my name today

I’m too far removed to hear it 

Passed it’s whispers through the city 

The past can’t reach my spirit 

I used to feel so anxious 

my heartbeat in my throat 

Constantly on eggshells 

Scared it’d never let me go

Its imitation must be flattery 

Repeat moments – another timeline

I don’t really remember much 

Is that relief or just resign?

Wounds heal, scars fade

Eventually so does the notion 

I heard the past echoed my name today 

Shrugged it off – stirred no emotion