Then

Weight tugs on my fingers
Stretching across my chest,
Spilling from my eyes

Smudges of blue, green, brown,
Close to orange, then black

White windows weep,
Running into photos
And unexpected memories
Arise out of reflections,
Waiting to open me into a blur
Of aching colour

A wasted white cloud
Drips into my eyes,
Overflowing,
Smudging orange
Into black