What happens to a connection deferred?
Does it rise again?
Is it forgotten and thrown away?
Was it only circumstantial?
Do you live with regret?
Or laugh at the embarrassment?
When you see that flame of yesteryear…
Does the past you’ve shared
Pop up its head
Begging the embers to burn bright again?
Till you answer its beckoning call
To try that wave, calling to the surfer that knows its depth
Do you ignore it and reach for a new spring of running water to fill you
Do you run away
Never to feel that feel