Dead Love

Today I was out about with appointments, which  after waiting 1 1/2 hours I decided to reschedule.  Although I had to wait, I started to think about dead love.  I mean when there isn’t anymore more love to be had or given, why or what does it really mean when someone from your long distant past interrupts your flow?

Just like that a text comes in…. “I’ve been thinking about you.”  Like what the hell! When you said no, I move on and regained my sanity and now you missing me s suppose to check me to my core?  Well it doesn’t!

Dead love is just that, ‘DEAD LOVE.’  Or is it that the love isn’t really dead, but the memory stays locks away with the hopes of that unexpected text?