Is this how it’s always going to be?
An unintentional reminder here
A random word there
And I’m triggered – it all comes flooding back
My blood pump beating faster than it normally would
And sometimes, I have to fight back the sudden flood that threaten to break the dams
The box of broken dreams and memories that would never be made still sits there – literally – still unopened
I miss you.
“Some loves lodge themselves in the tissue of being like mercury, pervading every synapse and sinew to remain there, sometimes dormant, sometimes tortuously restive, with a half-life that exceeds a lifetime.”