Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Without the Season of You

You looked like summer
in your yellow dress
and bright sky blue eyes,
and I wanted to bathe
in your light
until the street lamps
came on.

But our time was cut short
as all the best times
usually are,
and now only heart scars

The colors of the world
don't seem so bright
without you in it

It's as if I have gone
with only hues
of grey and blue
to light my life
from the inside out.

The fires of red, orange
and yellow
have all burned out.

How dismal Life
is without the summer
of you.

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