When The Circus Remembers

The circus says she's their trapeze girl.
The tattoo on her wrist says it's true.
Her empty mind says nothing at all.

But the ringmaster: distant, guarded, heartbreak in his eyes, seems to know every piece of her she can't remember. And the harder he pushes her away, the more the circus pushes her toward him.

Memories don't vanish without reason.
Lovers don't become strangers without pain.
And the circus doesn't take someone unless it plans to keep them.