lost love

In my dream-like state
a figure with your splendor and beauty
emerged from the fog of thought.

Holding hands we walked down
rows of memories I've had with you.
My long buried feelings burst from below
in the form of butterflies.

Perspiring, trembling
at the sight of you again
I sigh, for I know
this is a path long barred.

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