Polaroid Impulse

Sitting in the office listening to Fleet Foxes
Feeling a knot in my heart lessen.
An anxiety wrought organ
Starting to heal finally
From a weekend of over emotional workout
And stomach flips.
I wonder about his message
Why I cannot let go.
I am alone with it in some remote corner
Of my mind.
My chin in my hand.
I’ve read it enough times
That it has become an object
Apart from the incident,
An ideal
Apart from the intent.
And I remember again what I had wished for.
I need to let this dream die
And have mercy on my heart.
The past is a ghost that haunts my thoughts.
My heart is the tired muscle that needs to rest.