I sit in the dark and cry.
I have no control.
My heart,
Shattered like a mirror
Lays in pieces at my feet.
Each piece reflecting back to me
A memory of my love for you.
When we met, your touch, whispers,
Our first kiss, making love,
The look that was once in your eyes.
And; as broken glass
Those memories are sharp.
They cut and hurt.
I bleed deep into my soul.

Dan Gray
2003