A Love Returned

& I’m finding out that every love I’ve ever held

no matter how brief, has come back to me

breezing by me so I could not see it coming.

constellation eyes

strong chests

warm hands

bleeding heart

they have all returned in whimsical ways

when I’m sleeping, but mostly when I am awake.

the creases in my heart wish to be filled again

aching to bring these loves back to where they left off

but the distance, as hollow as it may be, brought healing.

every love has found its way back

& when I greeted them

it was no longer love

& that’s how I know I am free.