something lost,
a little gained
in the form of memories.
Oh, those sweet anodynes
that deaden pain,
and soften the hate
balled up
in my throat.
yet, remembrance is
all those little
insignificant things
that last so long a time.
I would, but I cannot
change what is finished.
I cannot don the chrysalis
round your temples for you.
It is your time now
to be quit of regret.
I would, but I cannot
help you to forget.
