"Echoes of Memories Past"

In retrospection's haze, I see
A guardian of love, I used to be
Shielding all that brought me delight
Fearing loss, I held on tight

As if my love could stem the tide
And keep the fragments from slipping inside
But like sand, they slid through my grasp
Leaving me with memories that won't last

With every loss, a piece of me fled
A fragment of soul, a shard of heart, now...