I remember it in colour
A lurid confetti of moments
Made of every possible hue
Most were blown westward
But still I kept a few.

Paper has a fate, like ours
As colour soon turns to dust
Yet we strive to return the lustre
And try again we must.

So we notice fresh new colours
As we paint another sky
Redrawing all those hours
Which went flashing by.

I spray my sun a stagnant yellow
And drown the horizon in doleful blue
But the picture is as imperfect
As my memories of you.

I talk to you often
I enjoy it, truly
Those times when I still love you
Those times when my love never lessen

But years have passed
Things have changed
Things not saved
Like how my feelings fade

Yes, I miss you
I still want to talk to you
But that doesn't mean that I still love you
I was inlove with you

I am looking in the mirror
every passing day,
and the only thing I can see,
is your absence.