It is like the world has come
Back to life; as if the air was
Slumbering and is now awake,
Moving with the joyfulness of spring.

I feel the urgent breeze in
My face; I can touch it as
It curls playfully around
My fingers as they too find
Life after winter.

Thinking of her has
Reawakened that part of me
That feels too much,
That cannot let go even though
It burns. Would it be like this
If I had not said I would always
Be there, no matter what?

I care; she does not.
This does not go away: it merely
Hides until I forget and
Chooses its moments to reappear.

This is not the life I want,
Dwelling on past unhappiness,
Or past delusion and current denial.
It is not her I want either:
I miss the person I used to know
So well, who may or may not
Have existed.

03/09/2015

Posted on 04/06/2015
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