leftovers from the past
hanging out in the present
crumbs of dreams
fragmenting the night
into a ride
across hidden longings
never accomplished
never listened to
never explored
leftovers from the past
are not to be neglected
not every dream
is to be lived
but to be considered
and released
to walk around with the heart full of unanswered calls
is like carrying heavy secrets
ready to detonate
when least expected