We Are all made of Memories

I'm falling through my Memories

Tumbling through the rustic pages
Of the scap book of my life.

Through the pages of my diary
Hidden in secret
Lost to anouther time.

Years of key emotions and experience
Shrunk to bite size morsels
And tasty thumb prints.

Images becone Signposts, which serve as backstop.
Expasition casts a long shadow.

Memory's tell a story
A film uneven.

I had been drinking since the funeral
My temper was frayed.

We buried her in autum
Where the flowers
Somtimes swayed.

Now I relize
 I'm composed of memories
I accept this is our fate.

 Because In life that's all we have
When realize all to late.