In Memorium

Now what should I do with the sundered heart
That pounds pointlessly in my empty chest?
How do I instruct it to make a fresh start;
Plead for it to be not quite so obsessed?

And what should I do with these baleful eyes
That seek your features in every face?
How should I that adoring pair chastise?
How might I your cherished image efface?

Then what will remain when all is erased;
My sacred memories now nothingness?
With our past so permanently misplaced
To desolation do I acquiesce?

Yet past must become a forgotten shade
And some future light be my new crusade.