Memories

Light filters in through the blinds.

Clouded memories flutter through my mind.

I pass through shades of gray.

On and on, day to day.

I feel soft fingertips on my skin.

I feel a fire burning within.

A smile creeps across my face.

Then, a frown comes and takes its place.

Slowly, I recede into myself.

My broken heart high upon a shelf.

I can’t feel anymore.

I wish he’d walk through that door.