Reciprocated

Sometimes it returns

like rain in the distance

Or waves on the verge

edging the sand that it fell once

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Though our memories burn

Damp and cold, I sift through them

Each moment takes turn

to display its brilliance

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Dissolving resistance

as we welcome it back

With slight hesitation

and so much to unpack

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It takes ample consideration

to examine what we lack

A form of self preservation

that's been tenderly wrapped

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And as it touches our skin

making us appear brand new

And the healing begins

revealing things we once knew

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Welcoming or release

is now the struggle at hand

For not all that comes back to me

serves or fits into my plans