b r o ken he a rt

your face
is turning to mist,
your eyes
are turning
the colour of the darkest sky.

I am trying to remember
fragmented, fractured
like shards of coloured glass
in a kaleidoscope
beautiful and fleeting,

these memories
are turning to 
liquid sand that runs down
my palms and suddenly
all is lost.

and I am left
with a broken heart
that crumbles
and scatters

and scatters
too far to even look.

© SoulReserve 2020

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