Still There

It's all the same now
As it was then.
The same people,
Same circumstance,
The same uncertainty,
The same dumb chance.

But peculiarly
It just diesn't feel quite right,
Quite like you hoped it might.
And frustration inflitrates effort
As you seem unable to feel what you desire,
And find yourself debating
Whether you can't or if emotion's
Made you a liar.

Because you miss it so,
That notion like no other,
The certain twist in your stomach
And the thronging in your chest,
That one mixture of excitement
And uncertainty unlike all the rest.

But suddenly you pick up a scent,
You catch a glimpse,
A delusional moment of dejavu.
And everything comes back to you.
The butterflies have taken flight once more
Just like they did before.

And you're suddenly consumed with indefinite relief,
For in knowing that it's still there,
You're spared from dulling, dreadful, desperate grief.