a pain that had not gone but dulled
now fresh, now burning
a cut that had not healed but scarred
now open, now bleeding

this jealousy I recall
this longing for what was mine
this posessive instinct, aggressive ownership
of something that I cannot own
that I was not meant to keep
that I did nothing to earn

all in one small gesture
I am again awakened
I am again infuriated
I am again assured
that the fire in my belly
will not be quenched.