It
never died.

It never
did.


Buried beneath
thousands
of temporary
rendezvous
and shallow
pastimes,
I can still
feel it.

A trigger
is all
it
takes.
A memory,
certain
instances---
the things
you loved
to talked
to---
brings it
all flooding
back.


It didn't
really
died, I guess.


Just
dormant,
waiting.



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