where is there honor in forgetting a name;
what could ever be so sweet to not bring any pain;
hunger holds your heart but so does your past—
(he) who sates you sedates you and leaves you at last—
what do you owe but that you only remember
what once was, where you would surrender—
if it won’t earn mention, so then, so be it,
but the heart always hears until you seal it.