a tradition long forgotten.
You buried its corpse
under mounds of ash and dust,
shrouded it in spider webs.
An unexpected elation –
a throwback to when I knew no better,
dragging me into the past
where sugar is enough
to convince me of your love,
Where hamster cheeks, saliva filled,
can erase yesterday's hits and words.
As temporary as dissolving stitches,
it all unravelled eventually.
You brought it back too late.