Fading Memory

Up is down. Right is left. Dreary colors. Dull tastes. What should be isn’t. What is—not enough. Each day a fading memory seeming farther off, Draws toward the present, a time not how it should be. This feeling of life missing a part, Bigger than a single thing, Someone to help. Someone to guide. Someone to understand. But life moves on, Confusing, dull life though it is. A flash of color happening. A right that leads me so. But just a breath and nothing more, So wandering down the path I go. Another flash gives taste to food, This gives me a day worth remembering. But again, it’s gone, and back I go to missing part of me. The flashes come but never stay, and I return unto my gloom. Calling back to the times I had with taste and color and cheer. A time where all of me was there. My time I spent with you. On I press, the time with you but a thought, It calls me back. It pushes me on. For you were not best for me. But for now, I stumble I wander I make my way in the dark. Always searching for you. To find you To reclaim The part of me you stole.