Those days are gone when there was some ache or scratch in my chest; now where is the heart, only a memory of its trace remains.

This couplet captures the quiet transition from sharp, active grief to an absolute, hollow numbness. Earlier, there was at least a scratch or an ache in the chest—a tender sign that the heart was still alive and yearning. But the suffering has now consumed the heart entirely; nothing remains except the faint memory that a heart once lived there.