With my heart still fluttering perversely,
I must admit that the residual
effects of some relationships last deeply
longer than others, buried sculptural
and heavy in the meat of us. And though
I am certain I do not wish to live
with this lover again, I also know
that attempting to forget, as passive
resistance, will not obliterate the
memories lodged away like old king's tombs,
filled with offerings, inscriptions, and a
coin to pay for the boatman and a room.
Emotions once shallow and pliable,
now compounded hard and unbreakable.