I remember that time
riding in the car with you
when you were so excited to be with me,
you called ours a healthy relationship.
There was another time
and we were in the car
and you told me about a girl from your past -
how you didn't answer when she called
because you thought she was trying to start something.

I was glad then.  I was glad I was different.

But now, to you, I'm just like her.
You have put me in the same category.
Now you put on your defenses when I'm around.
You hide yourself behind your fortified walls.
And I stand on the other side,
remembering what it was like to stand with you.

I run my hands along them.
And they feel so cold.
I stare at those walls.  

I keep staring,
my heart sinking, anxiety creeping
creeping up through my skin.
I dig my hands into the earth,
searching for something to hold on to
as I stare at those walls, those bitter walls,
remembering what it was like to be with you inside them.