The colours of the day
roam the endless skies
I do not see them
I sit in this desolate place
with only the lonely shadows
I do not need them
my memories, now fading
like the pictures of your face
I do not recall them
echoes from the past
forever locked in the mirror
I do not hear them
my heart broken like shards of glass
these painful reflections
I do not feel them
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 