Nostalgia's Hollowing

I previously posted a poem by e.e. cummings, but after coming across a book of selected poems from him, I felt it necessary to post this one. Hits pretty close to home for my present state of mind.

it is so long since my heart has been with yours

shut by our mingling arms through
a darkness where new lights begin and
increase,
since your mind has walked into
my kiss as a stranger
into the streets and colours of a town--

that i have perhaps forgotten
how,always(from
these hurrying crudities
of blood and flesh)Love
coins His most gradual gesture,

and whittles life to eternity

--after which our separating selves become museums
filled with skilfully stuffed memories