NOSTALGIA

I met a girl I used to love.
A past lover, a cool flame, an impeccable beauty.
The every emotions of love where no longer there,
but still every part of me wanted her.
Something in me was feebly drawn to her like pins to a magnet.
I stood there and wondered if it was the same with her.
If it was the same with every other past lovers.

I think it has to be.
When we love someone so dearly,
and believe we no longer do,
a part of us forever remains with them.

It was this part that was yearning to become whole again.

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