Happening Again

It's less than enough and yet it's more
than any one alone could ever feel.
Ghostly image, haunting memories.
Echoes in a tone of misery.

What they call love is so much less
Than love could really be.
A momentary hush and then
The rush of what was meant to be.

Walls melting and...
...It's happening again...

? Michaelette ?

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