achilles heel

I haven’t been able to retain
that we mended fences,
and that I don't need to tear up
when I hear your name anymore.
My body still insists I must,
says that it still remembers.
I would love to endure a conversation
in which you star
without bringing myself to my knees
like all the other times.

You are a 3 year old bruise
that still hurts to poke at.