Muscle Memory

My hands are knotted

from wringing out memories

putting pen to paper

and inking your outline

so I can remember

what you mean to me

My arms have atrophied

from lack of use

so forgive me

for hugging you so limply

forgetting that some things

are worth holding on to

My love is an ember
in the torch of another
and it's slow in passing
slow in filling out its flame
slow in warming up
the muscle of my heart