worm eaten memories

slowly, seemingly silent, the stirrings
in the deep well of soul
are traumatising
but the resolution is well timed
if the silverfish had eaten
all the pages of the old diary
nothing would have remained as witness
of the worm eaten memories
but their grace has left enough signs
of what happens
when i betray the confidence of those i love
and not enough
as if that is all i can confess,
i do