The Unforgivables

Photo by&#160;<a href="https://unsplash.com/@apollo_photo?utm_source=medium&#38;utm_medium=referral">Jake Noren</a>&#160;on&#160;<a href="https://unsplash.com/?utm_source=medium&#38;utm_medium=referral">Unsplash</a><br/><br/>The memory of music hits the pageso glorious in grief, unbitter nowwhile phantoms have the power to assuagethe songs we lost &#8212; and, then, you wonder howa clock might tick in retrograde, repairthe wounds we rent, unswallow poison pillsbefore the damage settles &#8212; only fair!Who guesses that a heated moment killsaffection so? A love song boils offand empty winter settles in its place.Now I regret. The universe, though, scoffsat any notion of redeeming grace.<br/><br/>And so we live: with scars and cobbled songs,flesh testaments to all our grievous wrongs. <br/><br/>Get full access to Sonnets &c. at <a href="https://zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast">zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe</a>