Time Lines

Love never dies but
Like an old injury in
Bad weather, continues
To ache.

To love anew is like
Awaking from a
Horrible and dreamless
Sleep, devoid of form
Or structure.

But like most sleep
There are dreams
Which recall the lost,
Recall the maimed.

Not a question of blame,
Innocence or guilt.
Just memories that remain
To be dealt with.

The loves pile up,
Stones in a wall
That grows higher as you age
And as you age you reach
That stage where all the past
Is one long love.

And if it's not,
If the memories are fierce,
Your last moments shall be
Spent gazing at your life
Through a ghastly veil of tears.