Ruminations

All the petty wars
Fading into transient images
Collected like tattered newsprint
In a collage of historical Dada
Filling the empty corners of my mind
With headlines forgotten
In the abyss of memory

Blurred letters merging
Soaked in liquid amnesia
Ink stained hands
Trying to piece together
The fragments of intimacy
An archivist of broken hearts
Putting together what ifs
As if the patch work quilt
Could've been saved
If only the tattered shards
Had been mended
In a moment of sanity
Like putting down the cigarettes
Forever