Throb Of Distance

These impossibly thin wires

Of nostalgia

That bind us one to

Another,

At the simplest note of

Remembered song

Or frankly uttered phrase

Will shiver with regret:

A steady throb of longing,

Beating as if

It were a fist of denial

On the memory-bloodied doors

Of the irretrievable past.

At the slightest provocation,

These strands of the unforgettable

Constrict within my chest,

Painfully accentuating the division

Of that which has passed

And that which will never again

Come to pass.

Author's Note

Time is such a terrible and perfect antagonist.

Reviews

[Tasha]

Constrict within my chest,
Painfully accentuating the division
Of that which has passed
And that which will never again
Come to pass.

This was really good, its as if you let all the emotions poor out into this one specific piece. It was amazing.