I sit at my desk,
remembering, staring
unseeing at the

pages before me,
as I fall into a
pool of the past.

For a time, I thought
I was better, healed,
but I understand now.

The wellspring of pain
created by your leaving
doesn’t diminish with time;

I simply bury it deeper
beneath the cotton candy
details of everyday.

Layer upon layer insulates
me from the barb-lined
memories, obscures

the lines of your face
in my mind’s eye
but to no lasting effect,

for the contours of your
body are burned into
my skin, your eyes

shine blue in every
mirrored surface, your
laughter echoing

through phone lines,
your whispers in the
silence between breaths.

I shake myself
free of you to
go on with my day,

but I know you’ll
be back, so deeply are
you interred within me.