I locked you away in my mother’s locket
A prison where memories corrode into herbal poisons
Nothing without forgiveness can we forget?
A prison where deadly sins dissolve into sevens

I have forsaken the daylight’s calm
And forged deep within the restlessness of our veins
I have uncovered blank parchment
Invisible ink only visible in the year’s first rain
I will remember the curves of your form
But I shall forgive the curves of your fame