Backdrop of Loss

Memories move like shadows, A slow and mocking waltz Across a backdrop of loss. Breakable as glass, tiny fissures Through my mind. Malleable as sand - eroded by time, Washed away in pieces. Still, the senses torment: Vacant voices, ghostly glimpses, Wafts of faint perfume - Your phantom scent The worst kind of haunting. I fear your image has become plastic - A product of albums Flipped through yet again: A cruel, addictive time loop. And I can't keep my mind From creasing, fading, Curling at the edges Like an old photograph.