God didn't know that
He was making poetry
When he made you leave me

I know without color
Life can seem monochromatic like a montage of fading memoirs
Each as indistinct as the next, yet all are unrecognizable from afar
But, tarry for awhile for the rainbow is fainter than the bright light
Of the sun peering through muddled haze and grey skies

Under the clouds, when we wish for warmth
We get rain, but the flowers and trees look so beautiful
In their moist forest green and blue hues that brush across land
As wind to the mane of a pretty girl that fazes the merry men

Life without color and the heat of emotion
Is almost black and white
Life being the white and love being the splash of dark
Like a bird singing during silent dawns to make the day bright

When you leave my bed with the pillow astray
I cannot help, but think of the days
We spent together in bed
It is all water under the bridge

And should be forgotten
Cast away like a disposable cup
Except, that cup has your lipstick stains
And the pillows have your smell

The bridge still has your aura
Your memories have not left the places
We once shared near the beautiful bridge
I still see your reflection in the river

As I lean over the balustrade
Some day I will have the courage to take a leap of faith
For now a swim in the Seine, as I fade
Into the night light without spectators to see me wash away

I say:
Do you want me to pretend you do not exist?

She says:
Do as you wish.

I perceive:
All I was once you moved onto the next,
A waste of breath.

What a mutual perception process,

You keep on running and now I have nothing but my beliefs.

And what do you have?
Your cup is empty

It would be full but...
You poke holes in all the words I speak

It's all trial and error;
weighing heavy on
the latter.
When I feel like this,
I want to build an
exit machine;
walk through it to
a different life.
Too many irons in
the fire, I'm burned
beyond recognition.
The situation unfolds
like it always does,
I fall down, and
then get back up.
But I'm tired, and sometimes
the ground is comfortable,
and way too familiar.