Memories

Its the endless memories that linger the most
When the heart yearns...
But they too soon fade away...

Leaving you  with bits and pieces of individuals but never the whole person...

They're just memories...

We don't cry anymore

Our wells are dried up. Like drought
cracks on hardend soil.  We no longer cry because the rain stopped coming a long time ago...

Last night

I dreamt about her red lipstick and pale skin. How they dragged him down the street. I dreamed about her and I walking down the street.She had a checked skirt on. She looked happy I looked happy. We were suppose to meet but I didn't get to him in time. They had already taken him.
I greeted her. She never replied. I couldn't save him. He had a  blue jersey on. She waved goodbye. They took him away.
Last night I dreamt about her but I couldn't save him...