Seeing your old heart

After years of you being gone, lost from my grasp and view, you came back to me.
It was a quite day when I was pacing back and forth in the sunlight, pondering something now forgotten. When then, at the end of the hallway-- there it was. I didn't recognize it at first, for it had estranged me nearly seven years ago now. And yet, upon my initial recognition, I did not believe it could truly be. It was my old heart, the one that fell in love with you in the very beginning, when I first learned what love was and the only time I have ever experienced it.
It was telling me to start over, but I wasn't sure that I was. Perhaps, though, I was, for wasn't that the very point of it having returned to me? I don't want to let go of you, but I suppose I must. It's a sign that I must go.

Well, no.

"Do you remember what it felt like when all you wanted in life was to catch a glimpse of sunlight shining on his face?”
“Well, no... but sometimes it comes back in glimpses, a song playing somewhere far away, the way the clouds form shadows on the road when it has just rained, the way my neighbor’s kids play in the yard every Sunday evening. Sometime the little boy throws his head back and laughs the same way. Maybe even the way I open my eyes in the morning and how I close them for the last time before I dream. But no…I mean, not really."