Derail

Soap bubbles
For unwritten words
Connecting the dots
They pop open
These pretty little voids
Rainbows and lost stories
Who knew how pungent
day-dreams can be

Unwashed memories
Are out in the sun to dry
Washed and weary

I feared they would shrivel up
And die
These unlettered histories

Soft to touch
With a tinge of blush
Forgetting the times I have worn them
On my sleeves
In my heart

A derailed set of eyes
Focus momentarily
On reappearing faces
They never change
And are never the same

With every pop
The eyes derail some more
And the heart follows