I miss the sudden ache
of a heartbreak,
the stabbing, painful wound
that throbs in your chest
and haunts your waking hour.
It consumes your thought,
your step,
your breath.

But deeper is the pain
of the quiet crack -
The slow tearing of sinews
between heartbeat and harbor.
The passive, dull ache
that lies dormant in your ribs,
it lets you forget.

And even worse,
it lets you remember.