Monomyth Without Seduction

Your letters interspersed between trivial things
like Homer
are not forgotten.
Simply shuffled a bit and placed
under folders like Saved.
Were we?
I cannot say that the direction,
entropy,
or distance from a phenomenon
does anything but create a box,
a shadow box,
in which nothing is clear.
Or perhaps a diarama.
Yes! A diarama with cavemen
dinosaurs and all things neolithic
because we don't know
that everything doesn't happen at once
when we are 10.
They say time heals wounds.
I say time makes the wound a phantom limb
hard to connect with but always
ever-present
there, yes, THERE where your finger
pushes against my pulse I can feel
what used to be my beating heart.
If I forget for a moment that
it is no longer there it beats
like the day you broke it.
Mad, insistent.
It tells me that I was once on a shore
almost home
almost.
Sleep tonight then, love,
knowing that Odysseus still sails
and you are safe
sound
reasonable
in another's arms.