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)
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,
As hard as I can
From this reminder.