Beautiful Stain

You were the color in my world

And when you left, all that remained was a stain of watery hues

That have yet to dry

But while you were here,

Oh, we painted some of the richest of canvases

Even if the end result was in crimson and bone

I still can’t help but be grateful for the

Fragments of you that still cling to my fibers

and scarring my once pristine background

For they serve to add shadows and depth to my background

Creating a foundation so that I may create new layers

Where all my light may shine through