a bite from the past

Someone from my murky past asked if I'd like to catch up for lunch one day. Immediate thoughts of possibilities way OOB like a merry-go-round in my head.

No way my dreams will come true

Feelings I thought deeply submerged not actually buried after all

So yes I'm still capable of loving

Sure I'll meet up for lunch! glutton in more ways than one. Its like picking at a newly healed scab - once is just not enough