Last Memory

Life's echoes of long ago linger within cavern walls. To remain hidden far below, along cold, drafty halls. Buried deep within body and soul, they have been unable to find. The door leading to their goal, the recesses of my mind. Sadness flows throughout, almost a familiar friend. Becoming what I am about, a heart, unable to mend. My mind is aware, of the logic I hold on to. At times, too weary to care, at a loss, for what to do. I danced to the music of life's song. It's melody intoxicated me. The music died, I could no longer dance along. Echoes remain, vying for that last memory.