I feel like cobwebs have grown in places 
Where once there were gleaming surfaces 
In the sunshiny spaces of my mind 
It’s getting harder and harder to find 
The memory of that warm glow 
I felt when I went about my day 
It had lived on the side table 
Near the vase of poppies and the picture frames
Now it’s gone, lost somewhere
I can’t find it in the haze in there 

I can’t find the memory of the eagerness 
That cloaked my every enterprise 
That memory sat near the poppy vase 
Both fractured, broken over time

I can’t find the memory of loving so hard 
That my heart felt like it would burst
I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face 
The cosmos would thrum in my chest and my throat

I can’t find the dream where I ran down a hill
And then went soaring up into the sky
On wings of quick-silvery lightness 
Laughing; whooping with pure joy 

Now that room of memories in my mind 
Is shabby, desolate, decayed  
I sometimes squint beyond the haze 
Looking for reminders of earlier times 
But the cobwebs grow in thick wedges 
And empty frames stare back with cracked edges