When someone knocks down the barricades
And conquers a part of my soul,
I’m grateful, relieved they saw something worthy:
what a blessing to pay the state toll.
Yet I’ve come to expect cross the decades-long pain,
with ominous tread, the predictable pattern:
don’t make friends — they’ll just leave, no doubt.
Not if, only one when … The heart rending moment of ‘Scatter!’ | RF