On Restarting Failed Hearts


The familiar routine
of house cleaning
as this cycle repeats,
almost expectedly.

Erasing the stains
of what is now past,
trying to get back,
get past just existing.

Desperate to recall
routines before the fall
but they are senseless
unfamiliar, impossible.

Only way is onward
through new days,
until one by one
they ease the pain.

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