When the memory inflicts violence

When memories of stolen dreamy winter shades
Inflict violence across the doors of open shutter drawers
Like leaflets posed in such a way, for a picture
And a stalwart grossed plentiful stenographer

When at last he takes the blame for her insistent
Complete sentences like fire on the lips of former
Civilizations’s deities, he will remember how she calms
At the scapegoat ritual, he descends

It will be years before he has the strength to comprehend
That those days when he flushed her pearls he was trying
To get out of the haze of her psychological abuse and battered
Synonyms of how she could capture his emotions and feelings
Of responsibility for her motivations and blue heart

One day he will awake, long after she is gone
When he is still alone and unsure how to feel again
How to frame his disposition to love again, to have a heart
For someone new, someone pure, someone kind

Just don’t remember the red dress and sonic green underwear
That she promoted was his task like a ripped bra that she requested
Never dying with the list of lighting candles in the musk of
A former smoker, never dying with the steal drift of disposable wood
Adrift in the amber sentinel basking waves of numerous hands

Don’t forget her love with her honor he still grieves
Don’t forget how you first loved
Don’t forget to remember
That all love ends in tragedy