Waves
Like an addict who got his fix
happy, elated, full,floating, flying,
smiling- hiding and revealing at the same time
The bliss wanes away ever so slowly
the sensation and stimulus
both matchless
And weeks, months, years, perhaps decades pass
then an inadvertent glance at a story,
a "like",
a mundane question–
with concerns far deep and answers equally shallow,
wakes you up from the nightmares of the present
to the realities gone by
like
a sudden prick of the needle
a swift whiff of the fume
drowns the soul in ecstasy
to satiate,
to heal,
only
to wither away again