Now I’m alone
the poetry has started to flow again
I’m catching myself
vibrating with positivity
overflowing with a content sort of happiness
My friends keep making my heart swell
and I’m falling in love just talking to them
the quiet huffs of laughter
the way they gently ask after me
How could I have forgotten this?
I want to grab hold of it
with both hands
sink into it entirely;
never be without it again.
Is this the remembering?