the past

never refuse
for the price
of death is too high
old scars
can fade
old lies can break out above the
surface
but what does it matter
if
there are new thoughts
and new words
new promises laid on top of the old ones
guaranteed to be broken
at one point or another
new
afresh
something different
the past
the scars
the tears
can be
forgotten
thrown away
against time
there is no better enemy
than
memory