Love left overs

Wind blown dreams carried me back to you tonight.
The natural curl of your hair. The elegant way your body moved, in it's innocence.
My tear stained cheeks are warm and it takes all the marrow in my bones to keep from missing you.
Things feel out of balance in my life. The scales are tipped. And try as I might nothing can be done to right all the wrongs that were left here. So I pack them into Tupperware containers and stow them away.
Dirty basement shelfs and dust covered hallway closets have become home to me. Life is easier between the reels of home movies, and abandoned deck of cards.