Fragments

Tiny bits of fragments lost in time and space.
Fragments of a memory hidden in some distant place
Lost and forgotten upon a closed door.
Barely seems to matter anymore.
What fragments there were, use to be whole.
Now what remains only a hand full of scattered pieces
Lying on a cold stone floor.
Could there be a spark to light the memory again.
To make it whole could be a wondrous plan.
But a fragmented memory of many years past
Is hard to place back together again
Because it might not last.

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