Rockin Robin

When she looks at the robin in the sky
 All the memories of his existence pass.
An accidental moth to a flame,
Being burned by words so frigid.
 Infatuation is the word.
The indescribable essence of his presence
 Life lessons are taught.
 She tries to run back through the door.
That was already bolted shut.
Hurt people hurt people.
Not her intent.
No blame can come to her
She saw an altered reflection in the mirror.
No blame can come to him
He protected his heart.
Walking through a new door is trapped with guilt.
But knocking on a sealed door,
Creates nothing but bruises.