The shape of the past fits inside a circle

Coming back and back into your mind no matter how many times you push it away

It halos around your head and you can feel the sweet, sharp turns of the circle but also the whiplash

You can feel the pink and yellow bloom onto your cheeks when you remember a star-shaped day with your sister

You can still feel the green and black squiggles in your stomach he gave you when your plum relationship ended

You can still recall the blue lightning bolts you cried when your dog’s white soul floated up to the clouds

No matter how many times you push the past away, it will swing back around to you

The past is like a circular race track with no finish line

It’s like a rainbow bowl of Spaghetti-o's, filled with all different shapes and colors

It never ends, it’s always changing, and it will always come back to you