The swirling nebulous
Breathes on its own
Filling each void
A muddled mess of memories
Swim with thoughts and emotion
A polluted lagoon of a life
The mind's eye clouded
By infinitesimal particulates
Each holding a moment of life
Each holding a piece of the puzzle of a person
Each begging to be noticed
The screaming silence
Renders a mind useless
Still, the heart will hold what the mind releases
The mind will hold what the heart releases
Should the cloud dissipate
Should there be room to think
What would happen to the pieces
Forgotten at will
Erased by need
Each tiny piece soldered into a whole
Or left to float on its own
Can it really be forgotten
Each particle is particular and matter matters