Sachets of sadness

I wrote it all down
Slipped notes in drawers
Sachets of sadness
Smelling of salt and poorly pressed flowers


Today I found your name
And I felt nothing
There was no hitch in my breath
Reading it over and over
Just to make sure


It's funny because I think of you
Nearly every day
Like a dead thing that lives inside me
A reminder of arrested development
Fruit that would never bear


I filled a thimble with foolish hope
Watched it drip down the sides
A ring of damp expanding beneath
You'd said it was big enough
But I knew the waste to come
Some was better than none


What evanesced can't be recaptured
We created and destroyed
The law of conservation of energy
A lie both cruel and kind
The eternal spring
Somehow run dry