An Unanticipated Return

I think I forgot
it all comes back

The memories come back-

Your words
Our messages
Your jokes
Our songs
Your socks
Our places
Your smile
Our glances

Along with them, come back-

My letters
My confessions
My pleas
My love

Everything comes back
like iridescent blobs
when I close my eyes- be it
slammed doors or unturned door knobs.

No I will not come back
But the longing comes back
Everything except those times comes back

Even the pain comes back
but this time in my neck
to remind me that I need to
stop looking back.


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