Relapsed, ungrasped and so sure.
All memories are bittersweet.
Homeward all sailed off souls walk. Angels bound by lockets and initials carved in oak. Spouses left in heat after flames subside and Eden is overtaken by weeds and tractors.
I felt her humming in my air. Ears only heard the sun pouring into the bedroom. Fumes of conversations fueling up the temperance. Left her wanting a sign of relieve. Silence is comprehensible.
We are all walking altars. Written, never to be written over. Grave consonants and scratchy vowels.
We remember only to forget.
We forget only to remember.