Dormancy.

some seeds can’t grow
unless a wildfire passes through,
spurring their germination.

and maybe that’s what your visit
did to me: the bitterest of realizations
one week after you leave.

in the midst of all the changes,
seeing an old friend ignited
things better left buried.

it caught me off-guard -
I'm off-kilter now,
as anyone can see.

but oh we talked it through
and oh, you thought it best,
and I did too.

because don't you know
I love him, and you her, and
we wouldn't want it any other way.

(but still sometimes,
maybe I'm a bit sad.
and that's the truth.)