It stays with you even after you run more than a thousand miles to the other side of the country and swear you saw his face just now in the crowd.
 It stays with you and you question whether you’d go to the cops again. for a long time it wasn't something I would recommend. It was over 8 hours of hell repeating myself. I was exhausted, alone, left to sit there commando... I could go on but these lines are already too tmi.
 It stays with you so long you once made the date your pin number.
 It stays with you then a hashtag becomes a movement. You want to speak up and share. but mostly you just stay quiet and empathize in silence because it's not easy to go there.
 It stays with you
       until you write an ode to it’s memory 
       so you never have to repeat the story...