We do not forget.
Merely, allow ourselves
the mercy of distraction.
The past seemingly erased,
obscured by future hopes
and
momentary wants.
Yet sorrow lurks
in memoriam,
waiting,
silent,
patient,
for its moment.
Reborn by chance,
to reclaim regret
we once thought lost.
Pangs,
weakened by time,
yet never,
truly gone.