Daydreams like a broken record

Remind me of faces, places,

Left behind long ago.

Vivid images on shattered glass

Leave in their wake trails of scarlet fury.

A longing ache,

Always, always reminding me

Of what I'm missing

(Of my incompleteness)

Out on,

The last piece to my puzzled life.

If my wishes and tears were gasoline

Then I'm sure I'd drive a thousand miles

But they aren't,

And all I'm left with are my own two feet,

So I



As hard as I can

From this reminder.