BYGONES

Closed doors hurt. 

I watch memories dissolve 
Slowly, 
Like peeling paint 
Discarded 
From a distant heart 
Their echoes, fading 
But their whispers 
Still flutter by 
Ever so faint.

I hear them often 
Voices, from a faraway world 
I've moved on..... 
But I carry their splatters 
Upon my soul 
Scarring my colours 

Waiting
Till sunshine bleaches the taint. 

MS