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Like a Limb
I stubbed out all the
Feelings that I had for you
Like a cigarette.
Crush out the fire,
the heat glowing
In the embers
Until they were cold and grey
I don't think it can be relit.
I don't think I can ever feel
the same way about you
As I did then.
Is love something
We can replant,
Something we can regrow,
Start over with anew?
Or is love more like
A lost limb
A thing that, once cut off
Never grows back
Only leaving an absence,
a wound, that eventually
Scars over?
I just don't know.
5-01-05 9:45 AM
