Shadows with eccos of my broken
heart wilter as the coldness embrases
its existance
Filters with symbolic pieces of lint each
representing a part of a broken memory
Collecting your dust and placing it carefully
where it once stood in my soul with life
I try endlessly to remember that once was
is Still living in my heart..........
Bonnie Collins
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/still-living-in-my-heart/
