The passage of time mutes the pain you carry
but you carry it nonetheless.
It weighs no more than a breath
upon your skin,
if that.
You wake up in the morning and hurry along
to work, to deadlines, to bodily needs,
to lovers, and social commitments,
just like a good person.
At night you fall asleep alone or with a spotter.
When your eyes have closed and your
breath steadies like a stream-
it is there.
It doesn't want you to forget.
It needs you to remember as long as you can.
It can't live without you, it needs a safe place to stay,
buried within, waiting for a time to say hello.
