Terminal Endurance

Sometimes, we resort to breakup to forget. But more often than not, forgetting isn't as easy as we would like it to be.

The endurance your memory hath,

is like a typhoon aftermath;

Painful and wrenching,

Yet, undeniable and lasting.

But as our life is terminal,

Our cold tale runs ephemeral,

Like 'our love' by inadvertence,

Follows the mist through evanescence.

Author's Note

Please go easy on me. I'm still recovering from a terrible writer's block. Thanks!