You miss the loved ones
but its the little things that are absent.

The one strand of their hair left on a winters coat
and eyelash lingering on a cheek.

A hidden  note
remembered after a struggling week.

Trying to find a heart's antidote
attempting not to feel so bleak.

But you  realize that it takes one breath in your lungs
to make you see that you are not a fragment.

Running through life
fearing the future,
fearing whats next;
running from life.

The colors go
Splat.
Splat,
In the blank expression.
Splat,
Splat,
In the face of society.
Splat,
Splat,
In the heartless people.
Splat,
Splat,
In the tormented culture.
Splat,
Splat,
In the edges of darkness.
Splat,
Splat.
Splat goes the colors throughout the World.