Forgotten memories Stories

It's not the dripping that I hear, it's just the moaning in her sleep, resting here beside me. The faucet often awakens me as well. My sleepless nights we spend together as she restively walks in mysterious dreams unknown to me. And I hear the dripping, knowing it must be fixed, but how do I repair all of the broken things in our life. All the things I have to remember. The things she has forgotten from moment to moment....

Where has all the magic gone? Hearts that shatter and fall. When the future disappears in a shroud of smoke Lost to eyes that once saw it so clearly. Where has all the wonder gone? Souls that fade away. Life that meanders and laughs At the sad little twist it has. I sat upon the mountain, Breathless from the climb And laughed at the wonder of the world Now I sit amongst the many masses Breathless from the tears As I lamen...