I seem to keep finding more and more scars lately. 

I'm not sure where they come from, 
Although I have the memories 
From them. 
They just keep appearing 
Out of no where, 
Like chips in a windshield 
Or cracks in a mirror. 

Somehow, 
Somewhere, 
Something happened. 
The memories are like music in a dream. 
I can hear it clear as a bell, 
But when I wake up it flutters away, 
Leaving just an echo.