Through the dark of my mind
I cannot see where I am going.

An open door shows me memories long forgotten.

The dark is like nothing else,
A Black so Black,
like a pool of ink spilt in white paper.

No light, but I can hear the sounds of times long ago.
The memories haunt me, like visions of the past, but there are no faces.

like I can no longer see your face,
as hard as I try it eludes me,
like a drop of Blood on a red floor.

My memories are all I have of you,
your Voice, your Kiss, your back as you walked away that last time.
And the Light in your room, as I drive away.

I do not know where I am going
Anywhere to give me Some clarity.