you just can’t.
When the wound is too deep.
When the love is too strong.
When the bend becomes a break.
Then, other times,
you devour the whole beast.
Eat all flesh.
Tear apart sinew.
Save fat for later.
I drew a blank for six months,
while all the flags were drooping emblems
constantly at half-staff,
wilting among thoughts and prayers.
Even after warm bodies gone cold.
Headstones and ashes.
you return and remember.
The time your fingers tickled the pages.
The time we laughed until we bled.
The time we sighed, chests heavy.
The time the world turned around again
and the thrum of life moved on.