From the top of decayed buildings I look down on the mess I created.
The board beneath me is just another playing field,
replaced with an older one.
The roads that intertwine and the window panes that hide smiling faces are memories belonging in the shadows, away from me.
Far from me.
I want to replace them with something fresh.
A mannequin from another time; I don't want him to represent a dream I had for you.
A stairwell leading to hidden cafes; not a remembrance of a grinning you.

If my world is a jumbled puzzle of memories without purpose or clarity, then perhaps they can be traded with other pieces better suited to fit the world.