Erraticness

Polaroids, Postcards, Plans, and Promises That Were Gone

All these old scraps of torn polaroid shots are like memories that were forgotten,
No amount of sticky tapes and paste could mend them as new as they were taken,
Almost as strange like the postcards that were burnt by the fire beyond ignition,
Numerous slates tainted with dullness as pitch black as the dark room against dawn,

These smithereens of hauling smiles,
Those shoal scenes and hundred miles,
Please someone shrug this haunted isle,
Least sojourn to deal with my harming demise,

Remember our plans and promises, too?
Didn't we made those things for two?
How come all our plans and promises were like
Those polaroids and postcards... that perambulate away in time?