if i lay alone
trying to clear my head
an image floats by
faded by time
happy at first
but then bathing me in sadness
because i know i will never have that image back
then another flies by
and i start to wonder why they had to go
and more images swirl by
too many for me to count
gathering in my mind
each one foggier than the last
bits and pieces collecting in my mind
until i no longer know fantasy from reality
and just as easily as they came, they blow away
leaving me with wet eyes
and a handful of lost memories