They are lost
soft petals
fallen on
hard earth
now rotting
become soft dirt.
Only things left
of their essence
is the presence
that haunts our mind.

Fogs of memory
coalescing and receding
back into the black void
of time
leave a lingering pain
tingling in vain
an addiction for a drug
we can never achieve again.

So occasionally
we wake in tears
spend a day in fear
that peace will not return here
believing the grieving
is what we have become.

But if that pain could be undone
would we unwrite our memories
take back the shared stories
let the water un-wash their dead forms
let our hearts be unbroken
and un-warmed
by their affections?
Would we willing lose
all that we were with
and because of them
to not feel that pain again?

I could not bear that lost.
Could you?