it is only when you return to a person and are reminded of their scent, embrace, that little quirk you almost forgot, that it begins to feel right again. and you pick up right where you left off ... there is always so much to say, but in the end, you come to a shared moment of silence in which you realize that moment is the most important thing that has happened since you left.
it is only when you start to pick up the rubble left over that it begins to feel right again. the pieces of a heart, a hope, an endeavor have fallen apart. the big stuff has been propped up, near-ish to its original location, until they can come along and find the missing fragments that hold the unit together. you are no longer a rendition, but can start to become whole again.
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