seeing you

the touch on my arm
hasn’t changed in
the years spent trying
to forget it.

right into all that lay
dormant, the tether
resurrected and
the ease of you came

back, filling in cracks
that had come with
another attachment
not nearly so deep.

I will not miss you
any more. but
you will move over
me like fire still

when the pilot light
has blown out.

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