when wounds feel fresh, those who
note the order of events, will never treat you.

our hearts are remembering, and one,
I promise. don't grieve.

the loftiest thought my mind can hold is less
than your resonance which tells me

we belonged to each other. and so,
shine, nestled within the back folds of my mind.

love isn’t better rested
and forgetting, I believe, is no full stop.