My head is  full of little things
a patchwork quilt of ramblings
a single thread strings together tales of personal history
an intricately constructed story life is showing me
At night I am cradled entirely
I slip and fall subconsciously
Sinking past my foggy memory
I find myself diving deeply into my soul
down where I have started exploring the catacombs  of yesteryear
I dig up a blue shoe
It was something I left you  
a remembrance
Words that never have been said but letters that touch your soul
On long walks do you remember me