Two years, passed by

All that's left is the people you met

the memories you kept

the feelings you shared

You know they were real, but you start to forget

Detined for durance

They shall be but vile

And memory is ice: it melts, distorts, reforms

A weight between our hands

a subsiding cold between our hearts

We hold nothing and call it forever

Frozen, and upon the dying light, the ice will melt

On her counter there were pills for anxiety

Lined up like soldiers for a battle they want not to fight

On her writsts there were scars from a wearing family

The shape of a heart cut from her forearm

she told me so excitedly

She traced the edges of what she'd lost

and called it survival