Hope is the color blue,
clear blue.
     Not ocean blue,
     nor sky blue.
     A special blue,
     your own blue.

     A color I want in my world.

The sunlight does not brighten
The warmth sends a chill.
The birds sing noise,
never song.
Darkness is a comfort,
silence company.

I see him in you
Your eyes hold the same shine.
I hear him in you
Your voice whispers the same words.
Your lips I long to kiss,
will they taste like his?
Your hand I long to hold,
will it feel like his?

Physical pain
masks the emotion
accompanying it, easing it?
Proving I can feel more?
But the ache of the heart overpowers
coloring the light red, black.

Nearly a year, a million tears.
Flooded by memories
breached dams of distances.

Is it the wine that makes me honest?
Brings out the feelings?
Make me want to call you,
tell you everything?

So many tears,
only a year.

The bottle warms in my hand
only a sip but I'm already numb
My heart couldn't beat any slower without completely stopping

Like a sunset that lasts too long
beautiful but painful

Like a song without a chorus
forgetful but unique

Your tongue tastes of cigarettes
Your hands are cold against my skin
My heart beats faster, my hands find your chest
I should push you away
but I pull you closer
I can't just be happy with what I have.

My forbidden fruit
you linger in front of me
irresistible
I will hold you, taste you, enjoy you.