watercolor morning

watercolor morning it was a watercolor morning the sky tangerine, punched with boysenberry and yet you wept your tears delicious were it not for unbearable pain i look back now at countless years wondering ten thousand times over if perhaps storm clouds had cast shadows where rain refused to fall then perhaps i would still reach out and feel your hand, warm and inviting rather than the emptiness i felt when you left and took your name with you rarely now do i search my memory wondering if it was tuesday in the rain or if tangerines and boysenberries would fill my need without their juices on your delicious lips i suppose it never matters when looking back that clouds linger overhead as clouds will do as i wonder what you sounded like what you felt like, and of your fragrance it doesn’t matter anymore deep secrets have all been whispered bitter tears cried, and words spoken to line heavens darkest clouds it only matters that this is loneliness defined and i have lived there tolbert