I love the title - it paints a picture of a sort of on again, off again tumultuous relationship.
There once was so much good in that relationship, you still sort of hang onto that, even if you're fully aware that the past in no indicator of the present/future as touched on in the ending with 'even if it's the/most heartbreaking/melodies that rush/into corroded lungs'.
And it's true, when you're trying to breathe life into a relationship that's been long dead, it'll be a process, a lengthy one, an uncertain one but little steps.
You really captured that feeling of being nostalgic of a relationship for whatever reason and wanting to kindle it again. Added to my favourites, and I hope to see this on the front page soon.
Wonderful poem, MA. I often wonder what sort of piece you and I might produce if we ever collaborated. Whatever the end result, good or bad, it would probably be...bleak!
I do not mean to belittle this in any way - it is gut-wrenching stuff - but I had to chuckle, in spite of all that.
The word choice here gives the poem a really strong character. And even though this is very nostalgic, it feels there is some continuity. Like you’ve never let go, like this relationship didnt end yet. I dont know if this makes sense, I cant explain how this made me feel when I first read it!