re-living a memory without heavy description of the memory itself, rather sharing an emotion left lost in a forever-living picture of a past lover.
a photograph of two aloof
days then grew shorter
they may have gotten colder and colder,
then miserable and mild.
an image spoken with candid lies ;
reluctant, we wear our shades of words
uttering bewilderment in colors ;
to love life much less in dark denial.
to love one another without grey areas.
bountiful in warmth,
at times I felt warmth,
but further endeavors of freeing you
were impeded by sensibility and
such warmth washed out our clothes
and stained us with dead dreams and promises,
we were no longer True or colorful
wander in silence absent from your vanity,
the scent of painful dried paint persists
like the echoes of your footsteps in the
corridors of my mind, walking away.