Fragments
My days are like the fragments of a dream you left behind
I see the things you left for me all rumpled and torn.
Broken and strewn about.
The bits and pieces of dreams and fleeting memories.
Then momentarily you appear.
Only to disappear leaving more fragments behind.
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