It’s horrible, seeing again you leaving,
seeing again your pained blue eyes glaring
at my clueless chant of love, my grieving
later for weeks, self-destruction scaring
me into surviving one more lost time.
Memory surely alters my psyche,
my facial muscles, your absence a crime
of passion like no other. Alters me
through every flexing organ, my skin tone
surely grinding to gray. Neural tissue’s
stunned mauve colonies no longer alone
in their trauma. That last time I kissed you
years ago tears me again, this engram
destroying then renewing our endgame.
Roger Armbrust
January 23, 2020
