Triggers

Dreams.
Smells.
Images.
Photos.
Food.
Bicycles.
Places.
Beaches.
Planes.
Memories.
People.
Voices.
Words.
Flashbacks.
Gifts.
Letters.

All these triggers bring me right back.
To where pain still pulsates.
To when love coarsed the veins.
To how it felt to be engulfed in your presence.
To what was. should have been, couldn’t be.
To the one who wanders about inside.
A home he has within the depth of the soul yet he lives the life of a drifter.
Walking the paths of the damp woods looking for something more.
Great plains turned into a desert.
Wild horses.
Butterfly emotions fluttering the pink skies.
Candle lit stars above my head.
Warm raindrops drizzle onto then into..
The heat of the moon – never quite enough.
Only lingering hope fills the void.
Footprints marks the road to follow to reunite.
Left only to be chased after. None towards I.
Back turned I walk.
Maybe someday.
Maybe.