Poetry

Old Habits

 

They say that we live what we were taught,

old habits dying hard,
     if they ever die at all.
A gentle touch or a glance that slices deep,
     both speak volumes to the heart
And echo through the soul,
     pulling us back to all we might have left behind.

Is that why loneliness snuggles up so easily next to me,

     the wayward friend that keeps returning home?

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