I haven't written anything
For so long

Press the pages
Of my journal to my face
Close my eyes
Inhaling familiarity

Absent words,
do you remember me?

The ink that once stained
My fingertips
Are trapped
And molded
By another person's thoughts
And feelings

Letters
Stream down
White walls
Grey walls
No walls

They race down me
Raindrops with less meaning
Puddle at my feet
My loves
And become Him

His smile, and eyes
And His words
Make them the way
They were that night

Can you do that
Black and white?

Look at her
The girl in the mirror
With a small flame
Smouldering behind
Grey fear
And separate the colours
With the fingers He kissed