Lost in history

Morning breaks on the broken and
in the ruins of the mind
bathed in sunlight,
memories seep out through the cracks
and tears flow like rivers
trying to wash them all away.
Never wanting to forget their love
their story or their life together
but who else will remember
the sheer joy in their hearts
as they looked into each others eyes.
Now the agony of remembering
how life was before
is destroying this abandoned derelict heart,
that's somewhere lost in history.