Old triggers die hard
– Aparna Chatterjee Staring outside the window,Feeling the wind as it blows,The aroma of our favorite pizza house fills up my nose.My mind goes to the time before we drifted apart,Old triggers die hard. An inquisitive stare, a curious look,I could tell if you liked something or were shaken.Flabbergasted how things fell apart,Old triggers die hard. Was it a word or a phrase you used?I … Continue reading Old triggers die hard