It's not an aching, but a lack
Jetsam of the breaking of a pact
A kind of knotted neural path
Just sat there, barring access
A tick stuck tapping at the inner skull
Move on, move on
Yet the vacuum there drags back
Consuming thoughts half-formed
Exhuming fragments caught in amber
Dying embers shimmering
Faded warmth in chill
That, flickering, cry
Remember, remember
Trapped in suspension still
A tune you hum beneath your breath
A few stray lyrics clinging to a melody
Shrill as a ringtone jingle at a funeral
Sundered from their former gravity
A chewed up tape of a greatest hits medley
Remnants or revenants haphazardly stacked
Scar tissue stretched taut, marking the impact
This is not an aching, but a lack