They say that time heals all wounds. Even so, there are some scars that just never fade away. Each of these poems talk of a specific season of my life in which the memories are harbored came back to hurt me once again. The feeling that I've long forgotten reminded me of the pain I tried so hard to forget. These poems are what's left of me.

1. "Another Season."

I reached
"—the day of Autumn" for
the remaining leaves— stay
here. Airbag; my heart:
a closet of memories
soaked in cobwebs.

Maybe one day I can
start a flame
again...

2. "The Last Time."

It
knocks
on my door.

It’s been here for the
two-thousand,
six-hundred,
and fifty
-third
time.

I opened the door
once
again.

3. "Element of."

Yesterday you had different lips. Today,
a new set of legs.

The thirty-year-old Chinese lady talked
about your softness. Your mouth was concrete

In front of the sink
of Birnam Wood

He looked
just like you. He asked,

Five years ago, your face used to ache.

“Who are you?”