Alas, Abeyance!

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.