Our memories

I feel your hate as it builds deep inside,
I see your anger at the one who you can confide.
I hear your heartbreak like a shattered piece of glass.
It hits the hard floor like a memory in our past.
I wipe away the tears that are wet to the touch.
All of this now has become to much.
As they run down my face the taste of salt creeps in.
At last I have faltered and I will think again.
My nostrils are insulted at the musky smell of dust as I reach for the photograph of the two of us.
But that is past and this time is now I refuse to let this all bring me down.