Whisps.
Glances of faces.
Rolling away.
Vanished on a busy bus.
Fragments.
Pieces of a life once loved.
Scattered around.
Misplaced in a box of photos.
Pieces.
Blown by the wind.
Changing color and hue.
Leaves rustled from their tree.
Scribbles.
Letters left behind.
Rejected, replaced.
Stories unfinished and abandoned.
Whispers.
Rumors and myths.
Lies believed to be truth.
Speech lost in a school hallway.
Portions.
Slivers and chunks.
Sweet and crusty with whipped cream.
Hot pie on an icy winter night.
All these memories.
Piled together.
Lost, forgotten or pushed aside.
Though they always linger.
Mist in a human mind.
