Needing respite, I kept them suspended.
And now, after the interlude, the thoughts keep coming back to me.
I visit the same places over and over again.
Read the same lines. Stare at the same pictures. Remember the same times.
I write the same words. Breathe the same stale air.
The same melancholy lyrics play in my mind.
Never a different moment.
The harder I try, the more difficult it is.
The long hiatus, the cause of heavy heartbeats.
I am weary.
But the clock tells me to move on.
For that which I am trying to lose, is already lost.