Forgotten memories

My home is roughened with bare hands.
Worn over by wasted time.
Rain and wind tear me down,

And I let it consume me.

The sorrowed tears of our loved ones.
Leaving traces of their story.
Hidden and found but never appreciated.
We leave their significance behind.
These trees wrapped in wilting vines constricted but alive.
This forest darkened and black but still healthy and bright.
The floor rottend and sunken, somehow still crunchy and fresh.
This strange vision is all so real.

And yet I thought I lived it?

My home is still roughened with these worked through hands.
The sorrowed tears of my loved ones are still pouring down.
The trees still wrapped in vines and losing their light inside.  

What have I become?

My dear darling girl left without a goodbye.
My heart shattered and repaired.
But never the same.

Her tree in my heart is now fading from this soil.

Leaving me with no choice but grief.
She left me long ago, but I will never forget her.
My heart stolen and buried deep down.
With the memory of her forgotten secrets.