It doesn't take much
for a memory to resurface
a realization of loss to interrupt a moment
a longing to linger
an ache to assert itself
And in the middle of running to and fro
of idle thinking
or proactive doing
In a moment of solitude
or in the midst of a mob
in the act of living
in the business of breathing
An emotion gurgles
from a visceral place
Surprising
Shocking
Awaking a feeling indescribable
And I stifle a sob
retract a tear
suffocate a sigh
It only takes a moment
It doesn't take much
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