Today I drank from a coffee cup
That I used to use when Skyping...
Her.

The Memories came flooding back
Turning the past into today
Erasing the present, sending me to my room
To call Her, as if nothing had ever changed.

But, of course, it had
Which would explain
An un-glanced upon Skype
And these words of un-rhyming verse.

After all the years, and so-called healing
Memories, like daggers, fall into emotive flesh
Reopening former, now unforgotten wounds
To remind that "Tis better to have loved and lost,"
Is just so much bulls**t.