Remnants of you...

Fragments of your essence filter through in my mind,
Resurrected from the ruins of a love and pain combined,
I am tortured by the weakness and lack of self-control,
When I tap into that remnant of your tender aching soul...

That fragile damaged piece, in the ashes of my heart,
A delicate reminder of how we fell apart,
To touch upon such tenderness, so lost in time and tide,
Amplified the memories I battled hard to hide…

A broken thread of sentiment once bound around my own,
Released a breath of liberty where seeds of us was sown,
In shrouded depth of emptiness once filled with warmth and care,
I sense the depth of what once was and ghosts of futures there …

This fantasy convinced me I would breathe for you again,
As I struggled with the memory and emanating pain,
I learned the hardest lesson since these dreams of you began,
While clutching at the remnant of a broken hearted man…

My dreams are misconceptions of my fantasy not fate,
Where my damaged mind deludes me and my empty soul awaits,
Rousing from the reverie, I closed that well-worn door,
Dragged in place the barricades and faced the day once more…