The Memory

A droplet of water streaks down.
I taste the salt running to my mouth.
It's of pain and heartbreak,
And lost memories and cowardness.

A prism of light shines from the water:
Life, Hope, Dreams.
Almost complete.
But it won't ever be.

Not with out Love.
In the darkest shadow,
It's never lost.
The solitude of light will prevail in an eternity of darkness.

An invisible hand inches toward my face,
but is gone in and instant,
Only to leave raw pain.
Only a memory of what was.

Not what is to come.
Never of what is to come.
And this is how it always will be.