H - The difference

You gave me a page
blank and clear,
an empty space to fill.

I spoke the words as I wrote,
beginning in colour,
ending with blue.

Black on white.
Between all grey
now I'm in orbit,

traversing another day.
one story over
another shortly to begin

holding the pen
the page now full
handing it back

the tears flow
either way the memories
just grow

lingering as the ink runs out
no paper to write upon
the end ever present,
as written there my epitaph
I loved you

? Lesley Roberts 9 November 2002