SCATTERED

Memories of love
scatter before my mind,
like the pages of a story.

Blown to the winds,
so hard to keep together,
those treasures lost in time.

Oh so sweet they were I recall, as the salt of tears,
wash me back to the present.

Torn between my heart and soul, there is no solace, no place to be warm.

I stand alone bracing shattered dreams,trying to hold onto,
the happiness that slips from my grasp.