(P)ine

I dreamed of them again,

that I dared to dig them up.

Past longings, long buried.

Mourned.

With nostalgia’s dull gray ache.

I was wearing black.

More becoming on me now.

Not morbid or morose,

but instead, vivid color contrast to my old self.

New life breathed into the resurrected me.

~

A to Z day 16.

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