Collecting memories
in an old book..

       But fragile thoughts
             erode within..

I had a book once,
so many colours...
      
        Now there blank
                  like my thoughts..

Reflections fade
after a time..

       My body is here
           farewell to me reflection..

I know longer know
who stares back at me..

          Tears fall, I know not why,
                         but still they descend.
                    

     I'm a book of many pages
                      but all the ink has gone dry..