Her

Piece by piece it falls away.

And slowly the memories disappear.

As time never ends its journey,

And my story keeps on writing.

Old remains are replaced by new treasures.

And I'm the distant land,

I am reminded of a beautiful story I never had.

And as the castle of hope disintegrates.

Tumbling down the pits of forgotten desires.

And as my hands try to gather the pieces.

The pictures to turn into color sand.

And the time carries away the colored sand.

Leaving behind,

Only a faint hint of her remains.