Solitary bricks,
walls
ripped apart
It mirrors
how I once felt.
Each piece
reflects
forgotten moments,
they flash before me.
I smile,  painfully
but the memories are soon gone.
I cling though,
unable to release
this ****** habit.
The 'moments'
fade too quickly
yet frequent my mind
frequently.
It is 'meant to be'.
Solitary bricks
scrambled upon the ground
chaotic,  unregimented
resembling a mind, crumbling
and a heart, broken.