Three words,
hanging by the thread...

I can't seem to control a part of me,
that's aching to run back into your arms...

His shadow cast a forlorn blanket
upon the path as he treads by...

You threw my heart into the flames
so to feed your dying affection...

The signs were there
subtle but present...

...

A blunder;
a fault...

A calligrapher of sullen mind,
captivating in his inked work so fine...

I could feel a love once missed
passing in between the paused gasps of two lovers...

Green, greed.
Yellow, yearns...

I often ask myself
ever since the day you left...

Nothing is as ever lasting
As taking one's life away...