How does one free themselves of Aphrodite’s sly paradox of still loving the one who broke their heart ?
Love that preserves beyond the break
is a measure
of the authentic tether
felt by the depths of the heart.
Every conscious step I make
towards a new future, beyond the girl who
felt like a soulmate,
feels like the break
of a promise.
Pinky swear was the old charming mantra.
I move ahead.
Yet I still have to tread on the familiar grounds we once said
our I love yous.
Memory lane.
Sometimes I choose the painful path,
looking through pictures before Loves pain,
a consolation of sorts
to know it was real
and not that of a dream.
Romeo’s lips uttered dreams are nothing but vain fantasy,
but at least I have the memory.
The ghost of you follows me,
uninvited into my reverie
so vividly
no matter how hard I try to release the heartache of you and me.
I’ll keep trying,
until one day it becomes a fond reminiscent memory of what once was and no longer,
trudging through the graveyard
until the light brings fonder
and my heart may wander anew.
if the ghosts of the ones you loved all went to a place would it not be that of a graveyard crafted by the beautiful, whimsical, sly Aphrodite. the concept of memory lane feels like an empty road with memory boxes and faces all around like that of a graveyard I feel.
4/11/22
