A patch

A memory replaced by a patch blank, without a color and without a shade
A voice taken away and filled with silence, a photo replaced by the a white wall
A ghost i am in those memories, can't remember i can where i was
Who was I or what i held on when i became lost, the trail of breadcrumbs vanished

In the fog I walk, without a light I search for the lost picture
Can't see I can what's lying in front of me,  can't see I can what's the color of the wall against which i walk
Words don't make sense neither do the sentences i write, a photo can't make me relive the memory
There's no symmetry, there's no charm neither is there something
That'd make you read what i write, eyes only slide down the lines like a drop of rain on the windscreen