Out of the blue pieces of you flutter through my thoughts
Like fibers from a silk scarf I once had
Tattered and wispy
I grasp at them, tuck them in a pouch
They feel familiar, and I recognize them
I save them because I know they\'re mine
And I remember how it used to be
When it was brand new, when it felt like home
Before it became nothing
But wispy bits of silk fluttering in and out of my consciousness
Before the day I had your dust on my fingers, the weight of you in my hands