A new perspective.

                                    In memories
                                    In the now
                                    They are old
                                    They are new
                                    They are wrought.

A budding relationship,  
                                               with it's frailties.
A friendship falling,
                                        lies pervading through.

A mother and her grown daughter,
                                                       ­             both feeling trapped.

Being nervous and excited.
Being irrational and righteous.
Being torn and depleted.

I have grown from this.
I have been burned and healed.
I have cried as have you.

I let your eager hands meet flesh.
I let your desertion make me strong.

                                                But

I will not let you go from this betrayal,
I will not let you explain these discretions away.