Memories....
Memories which I cannot seem
To put into chronological order.
As if someone took the movie reel,
Cut it into pieces,
and randomly put it together again.

Broken memories yet treasured.
They are all I have left.
This puzzle spread across the floor of my heart,
That I simply can't assemble.

9 years of shuffling these pieces,
and sometimes I think I've lost some of them,
Causing my heart to break even more,
As a treasured, priceless piece of me drifts away....
Just like he did....

Like smoke in the wind....
You watch it go but can't possibly catch it,
No matter how hard you try.
Breathe, Robin....
Just breathe.