The cravings had subsided.
The want, the need, and the desire
Were no longer torture,
Just a memory.

The passion had been lost,
Even the original and uncontrollable lust
Eventually became subdued.

The dreams ceased to torment me at night.
I had given the wound the time it needed to mend.

But the day you returned put a knife through the scar,
And everything that I strove to bury
Came messily pouring out once again.