how memory works
(or what happens when your seratonin levels normalize)
i remember this feeling
only
it used to be a sledgehammer
shattering the marble
of my carved cheek
a semi truck
balanced nose down
on my sternum
but now
there is a hard swallow
a dull ache
and perhaps a timid tap
on the shoulder reminding
me to take myself home
i do wish
i still knew how to cry