Damages reappear as unbidden apparitions
Big rivulets of unsealed fissures
Felt as a dull ache
A knowing sense of debilitation
Laced with unnamable remembrances.
I wonder about it
About how pain returns
How it comes due
That and the vigorish
The payments on account
The little bits of soul separated in the rush to move forward
Hurriedly refusing the calls to look back
The map points
How intransigence is the loss of everything.