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My damp springs
Were left to dry up and shrivel.
My body that once zinged
Was now a winter wonderland of rubble.

And like the seasons which morph
In the natural course of time,
We both moved on
To other suggestive finds.

Though that special space in the heart
Reserved only for that first true love,
Had never become a vacancy,
Not on either of our part.

But I found my way back to you,
Or at least to what was left.
I found my way back to you,
Back to woeful regret.