Chock Chalices

I don’t wanna remember the blues I feel when your heels trample My feelings, my dealings as clues Emerge our relationship no longer serves as an exquisite example. I don’t wanna think of the memories Encapsulated in sadness so deep It effaces bliss trajectories You and I so hard strive to keep. I don’t wanna revisit restive remembrances Ensconced in crevices of disillusion That bathe my heart and psyche’s entrances I end up crying tears I pour in confusion. I don’t wanna recycle traces of truth So painful they tear me to pieces Although a vista shines through the faith That sneaks into panoramas of chock chalices.