My Furnace

The gaping hole in my heart
Pounds
             Pounds
                           Pounds
So hard I can hear it echo off the walls.
Memories hidden in ice
Reach out, like little varicose veins,
And encase my lungs.

To let the reel of memories play in my head
Has not once been a blessing.
It only makes the suffering last longer,
Sometimes the torment lasts days,
Often times weeks.

I have finally learned how to melt this ice
How to let my lungs breathe again,
And to let my heart beat of its own free will.

Love.
New love.

This is why I touch your skin sporadically, my love.
You are my sanity,
My furnace.