good to see you

I bask in the shell you chose And for just one moment I remember looking up to you Wide eyed and astounded I helped move the TV into your trailer I remember Adam, I remember the dogs, I remember you What happened? What years have you endured that you stand in your mother's yard, under her tree, declawed, defanged, dessicated so small How dare you look up at me, How dare you break away from your crypt, You were a cautionary tale. I I can't find myself to be angry, Not in the way that I used to be. Besides, You've done ten rounds with another demon And those bruises won't fade. They'll seep into the deep set lines of your face. I thought it was her under the tree.