The Return

It’s coming back to me now

The who and the how

The what, where and why

Like a ghost on a prowl


It comes back with a hush

Then all in a rush

Like an artist who waits

Hand clenched ‘round a brush


And it comes like a dream

A soft, flowing stream

That bubbles and dips

And the words burst and teem


I’ll breathe it in deeply

Immerse in it completely


This lost memory

That has come back to me


It comes back once again

These words from my pen

I capture and cherish

This lost, now found friend


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