after romance

the past sits
in my memory

i have not yet
let those
old images go

i remember well
what it was like
to hunger with
a labyrinthine heart

every tender touch
all the hopeful words
each romantic gesture
given and received
compressed tightly
into the folds of
a greedy brain
which wants to
understand what
to do with having
been through so much
strange sweet chaos

i marvel at how calm
the world is now
how gentle the nights and days


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