A blur

Only bits and pieces
now seem to come and go

You would think that something so vivid
so exhilarating
so raw

would manage to stay alive.

Alive and intact
in your heart,
on the palms of your hands,
in the brush of your hair,
to even look back, somewhere beneath blank stares

Failing to hold on
to feel it once more

Yet then realize that maybe
it was the heart
that blindly set free

this memory of what was,
and was only meant to keep,
what we lived and felt
in a dusty paradise

Much like a secret message
meant to be treasured
yet sealed tight in a bottle
to be left to the destiny of the sea.