Paste

Time's all
gone
left with
peddlesome
memories she
can only
wish to
have erased.
Days all
collide
as her
misguided
efforts all go
to waste.
"Sorry"s pour
our from face
to face
as she runs
around
trying to
make
haste
towards
a long lost
satisfaction
she can no
longer
taste.
The farther
she runs
the more
broken
she becomes.
She picks up
her broken
pieces
as the memories
are faced,
she puts
herself back
together and
makes the
pieces
stick
with the 
strongest
paste.