The Returned


The return of something or someone lost

Comes back looking and sounding the same

At first it saturates your whole being with intense joy

It wakes you up and gives you wings

You fly and soar forgetting, forgiving

As time passes after your feet touch ground

When the heart stops fluttering and you catch your breath

You begin to notice certain subtleties not just in the returned lost entity

That all the lessons you thought you learned during the long absence

Are the very ones you blatantly step over?

You begin to question why the lost returned

Why you feel the need to possess or need

People and objects come and go

Some are destined to never cross our paths again

While others will float and land for a time

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