Crumpled photographs aged
in a remote part of my mind
await to be discovered; a treasure
box displaced from where
my heart once held on to them dearly.
Standing on the balcony of my
memory bank, my known memories,
I truly wish I can
find what I've been searching for.
Adorned with longing expressions
I view the panoramic vastness of the
sea hoping to remember
the location of this cache.
My lost memories, where are you?
When I try to picture you
within my head only several
pieces of the jigsaw puzzle appear.
Everything is blotchy and spare
as I try to remember what's lost.
The visions of yesteryear
and long before are worn out,
the magnificent, iridescent colors faded.
I have everything I can ever want but
can never own what I can never have,
my lost memories.
I totally get what your talking about in this poem and I to wish there were people that i could have back that i no that i cant. in my opinon lose somebody you love is the hardest thing in the world.