The one thing

I ever thought was there

I wanted myself to believe

Was gone

But in reality,

It wasn't gone.

Nor lost.

Merely a memory of something that

Once was.

Nothing is ever gone.

For if you love it too much,

For if you have such a desire to grab it,

For if you cannot live without it,

It will be there.

It will always be there.

Whether you choose to see it

Or to feel it.

It will always be there.

Watching you

Waiting for you

Smelling you

Tasting you

It will be there.

If you fall,

Into a vast world

Of darkness

And sorrow.

It will grab your hand.

Just like you grabbed it.

And it will pull you out from that hell.

And never let go of you.

If you wish to seek what that thing might be,

Than look inside yourself.

And find it.

Just like it

Found me.