it all comes back in waves

Over the years,
you learned to wake up
not aching to know how he’s been.
You glued back the pieces,
cauterised his fingerprints from your bones.
Your poetry, no longer a prisoner
of metaphors about the way
he filled you with sunlight
and left you in the storm.
You breathed just fine without him.
.
And then, you see him and nothing could ready you for the waves.
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it all comes back in waves

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