Tokens From A Stranger

No memories...

No black and white photographs,
No technicolor movies,
No handwritten notes,
No echoes of laughter,
No lingering warmth from a steady shoulder

Yet shadows still linger...

Broken promises, still whispered by the wind,
Perfumed with the scent of betrayal,
From the sleepy embrace of a forgotten dream,
Waking to a pillow still wet with tears,
You wish on a star that never appears

You cannot remember a memory that never was...

So before dreams become fake reality,
And time is murdered by shards from a broken heart,
Fold your faded petals between the pages of a diary,
Say a requiem for a hope bittersweet,
Sleep, and cease to weep...