Memories fall
Like leaves to their autumn grave
Is it a blessing that my memories of you
Are not whole
I am missing some of the pieces to the puzzle
That was never completed
Its fate was natural abortion
Flawed from the conception
Hope says that is was created to die
To die a peaceful death
To float down the stream of emotions
To sink slowly to the rocky bottom
And decay under the surface
Away from prying eyes and man's contempt
Yet I often wish for that puzzle
I want to make the pieces fit
But I might have lost my fingers
Tears fall
Then fall no more
Another memory made
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