I resurrect you beyond death within my memories, the only place you now exist where the pain of knowing you is less bright. Amid this diminished savagery of reminiscence, a mosaic of yesterdays stitched together as a zoetrope of aching silence. Pictures in my mind, cascading through the cracks of my soul framelessly falling like discarded art. Mere moments, but memories all the same completely forgotten to the world except to me, residing as depictions of loss and sorrow, ensnaring my reverie in meanderings of wordless maiming flashes. I have loved you, but now it is time I learn to forget, for my soul cannot take the burden. I slip to my knee, bowing my head, drinking the ink this darkness provides, but only for a while. It is better to be broken unable to remember against such perfect recollection, a coalition of confrontation the inquisition of all inspiration and this myelination of melioration—a faster impulse towards better meaning.