i miss a step
and remember that it could be just like the last time,
though i believe that i've changed and am stronger,
my wariness founded in the experience.and here i promised
to make no more mistakes, to walk away
if the pattern began to repeat,
the same second of the same song.
i find that maybe i am simply incorrigible,
a weathered column still standing,
antiquated yet indestructible,
somehow damned to stay the same.
my blood in the architecture, bred and polished,
almost like a living being.