To My Ex, Who Came Back a Year Later

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ilence 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 you decide walking to the bank is inconvenient,Am I the last cookie on the plate, which you’ve eaten your full of, but you now race to grab because someone else is reaching for it?Am I a soft cushion to fall back on when you want a break from soaring in your sky,

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Am I the running tap water you mindlessly bathe in, splash and waste, which became precious to you on the day of a drought?Am I the beam of light you only notice when the sun sets and a shadow looms where it once shone?or am I the daylight which, only after the sunset, you realize has always been finite<figure id="73b8"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*z-W0uMwAJvqCYqS6WWPNIA.jpeg"><figcaption>Photo by Quino Al on Unsplash</figcaption></figure>my love, every cell of mine starves, of withdrawal, for a big injection of you in my system, every inch of my bones and drop in my veins desperately yearns to let you back in, but how can I?my former love, the dream of you and me must remain a fantasy that only plays in my dreams, a soliloquy, for whom the audience is, forever, only me.</article></body>

The dream of you and me must remain a fantasy… a soliloquy, for whom the audience is, forever, only me.

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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 you decide walking to the bank is inconvenient,

Am I the last cookie on the plate, which you’ve eaten your full of, but you now race to grab because someone else is reaching for it?

Am I a soft cushion to fall back on when you want a break from soaring in your sky,

Am I the running tap water you mindlessly bathe in, splash and waste, which became precious to you on the day of a drought?

Am I the beam of light you only notice when the sun sets and a shadow looms where it once shone?

or am I the daylight which, only after the sunset, you realize has always been finite

Photo by Quino Al on Unsplash

my love, every cell of mine starves, of withdrawal, for a big injection of you in my system, every inch of my bones and drop in my veins desperately yearns to let you back in, but how can I?

my former love, the dream of you and me must remain a fantasy that only plays in my dreams, a soliloquy, for whom the audience is, forever, only me.

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.