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To My Ex, Who Came Back A Year Later
The dream of you and me must remain a fantasy… a soliloquy, for whom the audience is, forever, only me.
You left and rode the high wave of freedom, and now that the tides have washed away from the sand, you come back to feel the grains on your feet,
Am I the path you take a nostalgic stroll on after I had spread my dreams under your feet and begged you to tread softly on my dreams?
Am I the maternal breast you return to suck on, long after you’ve weaned yourself off, to give some rest to your teeth?
Am I the TV noise you purposely turn on, and tune out in the background, to avoid the silence of your own company?
Am I a succulent snack you lust after only when life’s distractions go to sleep, but you and your void are still awake?
Am I a demon from the past, you summon today because you and your demons have come face to face?
Am I a movie for you, which you watched, and left the theatre when you decided it ended?
Am I a whisper in your ear that faded long ago, but you now hear an echo, once the music is off and the party is suspended?
Am I that safe in your basement, locked away, forgotten, and put to use when…
