Pieces Of Dreams
Last night…
I was a passenger in the back seat of a car destination unknown
I was suddenly overwhelmed
By music I had never heard
Its devastating melody
Brought feelings of unimaginable loss
And I wept uncontrollably
Knowing it would never be written
That it would die with me as tears and regret
Passing through my heart like shards of glass
Leaving a wound that would never heal
There is no returning...no getting back
Only a constant longing
Only a well of loneliness that can never be filled
Except with pieces of dreams
That fall from our lives from neglect
Still…
We reach for them as they fall
Mourning their loss as the death of a friend
Copyright © Roy Wilde | Year Posted 2023
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