Triggers
the punch of the first note
the sound of your name
the sight of the number
invokes an ocean of emotion
the tickle of a memory
the hint of a smile tugging lips
the ache of a heart
what remains is just reminiscing
the last word
the last laugh
the last time
marks passing bisection of our worlds
the hourglass grains sliding away
the slipping grasp on affection
the tapering conversation
history repeats itself
but the consecutive will never be the same
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