Torn from my life, the pages of my coloring book. These were the memories I held precious until now. They have vanished leaving me an empty shell that was my experience. Tell me again what I did as a child, tell me of my days of wistfulness and wishing. Tell me again of my mother and father if they were good people. Let me learn of my life from your words, let them paint me a picture of days now past. Draw for me a memory so that I might see ... me.
Moments ago I was one of you, here with you, alive like you. Now I am simply gone, outside, beyond your vision. How I long to be there with you, to play with you, to live with you. Tell me again of my life, what did we do together, did we share a life, did we learn, did we love. Tell me once more of our wedding day, did the sun shine, were you beautiful, did I smile. Tell me for I am alive in you, only you, inside your memories. Draw for me a memory so that I might see ... us.
Where am I now, in this place where I can see but cannot touch. You are there in front of me, yet a million miles away. This is not the white light, this is not the burning fires. I can see you but not myself. I am fading, you are forgetting. I was torn from our life, with too many pages left to color.
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