How you do it:
Lock your arms around her,
and rest her head on your chest.
Enclosed in that embrace
she hears her heart race. (Or is it yours?)
And brace herself for the unknown.

You turn words into melted ice,
cold, searing the skin.
Even her name sounds foreign in your mouth.
A term of endearment
for a lover, on a retrouvailles.

How you did it:
Built a prison
in the rubble of memories.