Memories

Shattered memories. Like panes of broken glass.

I walk the hallways of my mind, but I recognize very few pictures on the walls,

With endless stairs, leading to rooms without windows, some without doors.

I wander aimlessly through my memories that cut like razors against my feet.

Each time I look at my own reflection, it’s like looking into a broken mirror,

The pieces of my face refracted, and my body a blurred mess.

At night my dreams are the only place I can remember,

Memories played back in my head like a movie on a reel.

But when I wake, I see the world through cracked lenses.

Faces walk past me, but they’re too blurred to recognize.

Reflections call to me, but I can’t reach them.

The only things I have are memories scattered around my feet.

I try to piece together the memories like a puzzle, but none fit together.

The faces continue passing me, like living memories walking the streets.

Eventually the faces turn to names and names turn into friends.

Friends turn into new memories.