The dissolution of the old epoch is regulated
unto the annals of yesterday as memories stray, play
repeatedly. Served with buttered popcorn;
a chaser of tears. The reel, rewound, plays
exclusively to family and friends whose warm,
loving embraces make me forget the long, lonely
nights that we once loved, cuddled, before you
turned off the evening lights. I’ve been replaced
by a newer model--a mere twenty-three. Marriage
should be ‘until death do we part’; part of me
died. You couldn’t find yourself, but did you
ever look deep inside? The epoch, written on
faded parchment, dwells within my heart.