Mental Prosthetics

Earlier tonight while tempering their thoughts
a few tears rolled down their face.
They then knew the feeling of alone whilst lost
in a place deep in the woods of memory
back to a time when they knew from the beginning
that nothing would be the same
and it was ok.

It was like being lost at a street corner
where you always had your fill
throwing dimes to beggars
the whole time drinking up their wine.

Little places where
lob sided faces
traveling through time
are making their facades
a whole new thing
what will spring bring.

Now it's all lost
in time
a memory's fading
away from their minds.

A tear drop falls
onto the rugged floor
in her thoughts he still smiles
and it washes it all away.