April 13: Aching to Forget

A bitter
Bitter
Memory

Is frozen
In black ice
Behind my eyes

And pooling
Like acid
In my heart

A somber fog
Clouding my soul
Filling my lungs

I lock it
In a big white chest
With an iron key

But when I try to bury it
It comes
Clawing its way to the surface

I take it to the window
And hold it in the warm breeze
Watch it spreads its wings

But when I awake
There it is
Tapping on the glass

Now I keep it
Stitched to a handkerchief
Tucked in my pocket

And I know the years will fade it
But for now
It is stagnant

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