"Arrows Without Hue"

Fading, senseless, in the darkness of time, lost within the boundaries of my mind. Speaking only to the echoes you left, longing without emotion, there are none are left. No hue in the days ahead, no point, no arrowhead to guide this aching heart. Restless, wandering in the emptiness you left, senseless in the fragments that remain. Still I sit somewhere, sifting through the memories of you— but I’m finished. I feel nothing. Is this moving on?