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.
