A Love I Buried Alive

I sometimes toy with the idea

of writing a letter to an ex,

to translate the weight of my heart into text;

ten years gone and still bereft.

I swallowed all of the memories

as if I were Grendel devouring his enemies.

I Gobbled fistfuls at a time to make them disappear faster,

gorged myself on a rotting ever after.

For a time I choked...

…I’m alright now though, I cope...

...It’s just that I carry the lump in my throat.

This was a love I buried alive,

but remnants of its coffined screams

still rumble through the earth from time to time.