The same piece of foam,
embedded with moments
that long ago roamed.

Heart died on it
with his reassuring words.
Everything will be okay,
this is for the best.

First taste of the
love that we once felt,
before gasps and yelling.
Faces making paint
merely melt.

Hand placed on chest,
clawing to see if
anything could have been left.
Roses between thighs
that never bloom from
the imperfect things
that dreaded eyes
always shy away.

Memories fade but
come back to life
with the simple
turn of the body,
flick of a hand.
Another night to
reminisce and to
fill head with play pretend.