XXXI Days of Poetry - Day the Eleventh
I remember every broken heart
I
All that remains are questions you can't answer
All I have left are hurts you cannot mend
I thought seeing you again could be a new beginning
But it's just one step closer to the end
II
Your scent lingers in the air,
Refusing to fade into the stone.
Your memory lingers in my mind,
Pierces skin; cuts me to the bone.
III
I remember
every broken heart.
I move on, eventually,
but I never heal.
I get by by not
thinking about it,
but when I do the
pain is still fresh,
not a memory, but a
living pulsing wound,
present-tense.
I remember
every broken heart
because I have only one,
that gets broken
again.
and again.
and again.
IV
Finally gave over;
quit trying to run
from the thoughts.
They're not going away
anyway, so why hide?
The percussion of great
silence spreads out in
a wave from my mind.
The force of quiet is
deafening, violent and
blue. There is nowhere
to hide from a wave.
There is no way to hide
from a wave. This is
the way of the Universe
and all things in it. The
force of unrelenting despair.
XXXI Days of Poetry (2016)
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