Nostalgia veneer

A past edited of events
gaping holes of tears
erased, denied, forgotten
a rock was thrown into my life lake
years and years ago
for some dark, indiscreet, sinister reason
the ripples quietly continued
across time and age
for years and years
ripples of confusion, long insomniac nights
double messages
resentment
the light now comes in,
some perfect subequatorial light,
ignoring the long dark concentric ripples, gaining size
moving across my life lake, endlessly, relentlessly.