I miss your smile.
As I wave goodbye the tears fall.
They're tumbling as rolling acrobats.
They, they are out of control.
They are not clear tears.
They are tinged with rainbow colours.
Blue for the sorrow that made you have to say goodbye,
"Tara, Chuck".
Green for the jealousy.
The jealousy that just couldn't turn the other cheek.
Pink for the flowers that you last purchased for me.
Yellow for the friendship.
We held deep in our minds.
I feel.
Red for the passion, red as rubies and garnets.
Set in once love and lust.
Which once upon a time was strong.
Sadly crumbled into dust.
Ivory were the most precious of the tears that fell.

Thinking once we had it all.
No one can ever tell.
But now, there's nothing there.
Ivory teardrops, they're rare.
They signify the peace.
The peace I never mention.
It's hidden up my sleeve.
My sleeve offers me protection and soaks up all those tears.
The ultimate issue after many years.
(c)Livvi