The day we left each other was abrupt.
No signs of warning for the disaster
about to strike the roof of my heart.
Am I alone in this wait for feelings to taper?
But now I stand tall, filled with spright
of the distant layered closet of memories.
They no longer flow along the sweet waft
of love, but spotted with vestiges of cries.
Yellow now bleached to white; orange
dyed to weak shadows by past's paintbrush.
The days strengthen each stroke with rage
and nights, darken them with a bold flush.
The rays my sun scatter blinds -you never see-
the crowding veins along sheets of porcelain skin.
The rain my clouds shower drums -you never listen-
a roaring triumph of losing bets akin.
After this merciless battle subsides,
no victory on either side can be proclaimed.
For though I lost my brewery of happiness,
you too, sacrificed the amour I could have lain.
So halt the bright confetti and streamers,
but gaze at the pieces of misery strewn.
Time weaves through four seasons routine,
we are all alone together strumming a tune.
