Home Again

They move away.
The way they always somehow inevitably do.
But then, on rare occasions, they come back,
and the memories come pouring through again.
Back to days when life still held the meaning.
Touching close. Creatively endearing.

She smiles, and the tears fall from my eyes.
Beginnings turned to endings moving on.
I can't remember when I stopped believing.
But now I'm thrown back into all the dreaming.
It moves away, this love we crave.
But here and there, it comes back home again...

? Michaelette ?

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Take me home . . .