​82. The Fat of Past Memory

“What are we

Running away

From here?” I ask

Me all the time.

Because I know

Closed-fist

And brave-hearted

Are the only roads

I can travel.

But there’s a little part

Of me that stays fed

On the fat of past

Memory.

So, there I go,

Weighed

and weighted down

Suffering from all

I refuse to give You.