That feeling
It had to arrive,
it had to return,
and sooner or later,
it did.
After all this time,
it feels utterly confusing,
like an unsolved crime,
not very amusing.
I still remember the touch,
the impetuous feeling,
it hurt too much,
it's time for healing.
It had to come back,
it made my heart burn,
it covered up black,
it announced my return.
Wednesday 5th July 2017 8:03 am
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