Light and Contrast

On a mild Monday morning, I use a reflection to see. In time I'll come to understand, Why I never tried. To think all day, Yet have nothing to say. All I have are these words I never said. You only need black and white, to cast an image. This contrast seems to stay. I have to let this feeling fall. I have to let it go. I see the days gone passed, and feel what has long passed. It is something true and pure, like every line that I write. I find meaning in light, the images that it cast, the memories that will last, and all of its contrasts. It is all I will ever know.