Loving you became a ghost town
Just me and the evening shadows dancing
to an old lonely tune
The love remaining long after
you had gone
Like an echo in the canyon reverberating
even after the voices of our laughter
had faded
Everything sepia colored like an old post card
from a place I never wanted to forget
Your face
the lines that made you beautiful
Your crescent moon eyes
that crinkled when you laughed
I miss walking those roads
My eyes wandering over the canvas of you
Everything has lost its living color
No more emerald trees and grasses
No more periwinkle skies
or your soft sea glass eyes
Everything has become
a black and white memory
Losing some of its life
The once lively colors have fallen
from my mind
The levity a long forgotten memory
All that is left are the hard edges of this thing
and the magnitude of its sincerity
as the shapes march through my blood
like black birds pounding their wings
against my chest
Hiding themselves between
the dark and the light
This empty chasm of my love
remains
Stark. Enormous. Eternal.
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