Never wholly off my mind, you are unspoken in conversations and unravelled in dreams. Interred are the warm embraces and soft kisses, a sedated evanescence. What’s imprinted are the torn fabrics of a web spun out of indifference, lust and careless affection. Etched on the stony surfaces of a scarred heart, a reminder of treasure born and lost forever. Dented or not, a cast breast is sturdier than pounding flesh. Cast from memories bygone full of whiplashes and summer rains. Survival’s requisites are clearly not for my oblivion. Beaten yet breathing, alive but lost, unrequited and unforgotten.