Scald to MemoryYou cling to people like trees cling to their very last leaves before the cold winds of late autumn blow them away. I know. For long I was the one you wrapped yourself around and burrowed, bruisingly deep, until I no longer knew where each of us ended and began. Unwilling to be lost yet always escaping from your fearful, fevered eyes.I know how I pained you when I finally left. You will not believe me in this, nor when I say how much it tore at me. You never understood my reasons.I can feel the betrayal burning through you. If I was protective foliage then that burn is the forest fire. It will cleanse you, and you will grow stronger. Remember that.More importantly, remember me. But not with fondness. Remember me when hatred pollutes your veins and aim it all at me.That is the only way you will be able to keep me alive, C.