Fragments

I remember.

Time has passed though. Wrinkles are beginning to form, and grey

Hairs rooted. Doesn't take away the simplicities or

Mere intricacies from the amazement of you. 

Although its fragmented. 

A laugh becomes hallow. Bounces off walls

Acoustic not in tune with realities dimensions. Smiles

become visible only on a photograph, the unpleasant 

Aftermath of the only thing which now to hold. 

Dreams. Dreams are divine.

They curve into the cerebellum, leaking false images of you

Drawing naked paths on skin and arching my spine-

but awakening is the sad goodbye.

Your scent. I can still smell it. Soaks 

Into my pores and wafts my nose

Tickling the this and that of spice and musky

Heartbeats

Through the breeze of the wind, there

It blows.

and

I remember. 

Sweet God of Lord above, I remember. 

Do you gather sweet musings about me?

Thirst the same emotion, beg to be touched by me yet again?

Reverse time and become the beautiful reality?

I dare not ask for the real answer.

Life is cruel that way.

So I'll become 

The one that got away

With photographs hidden, and letters forbidden.

Distanced soul mates that dissipate 

Passion personified, the world in your fingers

And I, moving my feet-

Wishing for the path that was always with you

As I become

a memory of a memory. 

-brr