Staring down at the tear stained pillow
with only pieces of memories playing out,
wondering where this all went wrong
and how she got so lost in the translation.
Trying to get the fragments pulled into
one cohesive memory that makes sense,
still missing the bigger picture of why
he is really gone from her life.
Searching between each piece looking
for an answer that may never come,
gasping at strands of memories that
always seem to slip through her fingers.
Fragments of memories still coming in
unsure blasts of kaleidoscopic colors,
with pieces that do not seem to fit
into that world he created for her.
