“A Face worth Forgetting” – Poem

Long solace

Seems to drink me

Of my bitterness,

My compassion.

Under the darkest moon,

Where coldness is against my burned skin,

Where once was a love’s phantom hand,

Where once was the touch of someone

Who had never been.

Love dreams

Like everything without urges

To constrict

The heart, to a small size.

Love enlarges

The heart to the size, of any pale sun.

I am slow to imagine

Your face, and its grace

For accompaniment, in my place

Among Hell’s wastes.

I have seen my own,

And it is worth forgetting.

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