(Dedicated to a special person in the past)
Why does the past come and haunt you when you least expect it?
You are ensconced in your comfort zone, snugly,
contented not to move, lest you rock the boat.
But out of nowhere, comes the warmth, the comforting voice,
the gentle hand, kneading, inspiring, motivating you to
come out of your self- inflicted exile
making you feel, you’re human once again,
with warm blood coursing through your veins,
the rush of pure, unadulterated air into your lungs.
Your world is complete.
And you wish you’ll forever capture
that wholeness in your heart, once again.