...and,

today when I

think

of you,

there is a happy glow

in my chest.

strange...

how I speak of you,

as if you are a mere feeling,

wrong wrong wrong,

but oh so

strong,

urgently felt,

spark on fingertips,

heart kneeling,

a curl of the fists,

hidden beneath the pillow,

rubbing my glowing chest,

a smile intact on my lips,

flicking from one land to another,

while I rest. 

strange...

how I build you,

from dust motes

and ash piles

from heartbreak

and guilt,

to feel this way...

strange,

how I have forgotten

the sting 

of your thoughtless,

blind words,

cutting phrases

from those days.

strange,

how there are

no more burn marks

but a deceiving softness

time 

the best healer 

left behind.

strange,

strange,

strange,

strange indeed 

how feelings can't be plucked in a day,

sown in a heart,

all those years ago,

for the best friendships are this way,

unlike ill-fated romantic relationships...

i really miss you,

i am sorry for how things turned out too.

forgive me...

_______

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