Ingrained Highway backgrounds were provided by @xgatheringdust​, who is as wildly talented as s

Ingrained 

Highway backgrounds were provided by @xgatheringdust​, who is as wildly talented as she is generous. 

Poem written in plain text beneath the cut: 

I don’t have the poem you wrote anymore
that you gave me in two thousand ten 
I think that I burned it outside my house
It makes more sense to me now than then.

A few days after I turned you away
you approached me looking anguished.
And I thought that you’d come to scream at me,
but you gave me the poem and vanished.

Inside it you brought up some technical terms,
just to rub it in more that you’re smart. 
You wrote of solutions and mixtures,
and how only some can be taken apart. 

You likened us to colored sand
poured together in a jar. 
And you likened me to a hammer
that smashed the thing to shards.

A frantic girl, panicked, crouched, 
she separates the grains.
She tries to keep the colors pure,
but the mixture still remains.

She hates to feel contaminated.
She spends weeks and months extracting.
Her opponent is relentless; cruel.
Her sight is honed, exacting. 

But even when she’s older,
and she’s forgotten, and she’s free,
sometimes she’ll squint at her reflection
and she’ll see a glint of me.