Please Remember

In the darkest recess of his soul,
in that stone-cold crevice that never tastes light or hears daybreak,
there she lies,
lost beneath the ruins of a broken heart,
a bitter memory best forgotten.

Reminiscent of a past he regrets to call his own,
her eyes remind him only of the condescending looks they gave,
her downturned lips speak of the scornful remarks that had passed there;
the blood-encrusted contract across her arms testifies to the obligations he could never meet.

And he looks back on her with nothing less than hate.

Oh, but if he'd brave the dangers of stepping in! -
If he'd place his fingertips along those walls that drip with nostalgia,
and enter into that frightful darkness of suppressed sorrow...

might he find again
the smiles lost in all the litter?
might he understand the ache in her eyes,
remember the sincerity of her affections,
recall the simple sensation of holding her hand?

In short,
might he never again remember

the love?