I’ve burned every bridge just to feel warm

I remember it all
Down to the stretch of my shorts and the tie in my curls
The way you lingered; daring to get closer
As if a magnet drew us together
I thought; so that’s what fate feels like
But now I wonder if that’s how antelope feel as a lion closes in
If the tug in my gut was my body sensing your threat
I never was a good runner
Or maybe I knew you’d catch me regardless
But I remember it all

I find myself admiring the stained glass
Of the church next door
I watch the way the light changes behind it

I think that window reminds me of myself