A fish,
Tha lives
In the acquarium of time.

It stirs,
Memories slosh,

And I am
Bound to it

My blanket in cold.

A leaf,
That holds to a branch,

Growing old,
And its bark getting darker.

I know
It has fallen off.

I miss it
To watch others swing

And that
Had played like them

In all seasons
Withstanding everything.

A word,
Well spelled on a particular paper.

Now I am
A complementary part of it

To make
A meaningful sentence.

But that
Has melted, and I

Longingly
Search for it.