looking for a fresh start,
but you find your self holding on
to what maybe made your heart melt before.
New words entangled with memories of him.
Similar sparks, spark now as they did.
New memories causing me to revisit those from then.
A start that defines what has past,
what I miss and what is a mess.
Now, the present, the new,
Just like,
Then, the past, the visited.
Him just the same as he.
My start to a lust I'll soon revisit I'm sure.
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