The sky outside is lilac and purple
The clouds hang like smoke outside my window
The draft which finds its way in sends slithers of air through
Drip feeding my lungs
Leaving me wanting

I bought you a gift
It was only small, something sweet
It might last long enough to sugar up some of the bitter days
I don't have paper to wrap
So I wrapped it in my favourite scarf
I don't want it back

I wrote three pages in my diary
Of all the things I haven't been able to tell you
When I think about it my lungs contract
My heart stops and starts
I don't want you to know that I'm in pain
I just want to say sorry

The sun has disappeared now
The purple has sunk into a rich velvet
The clouds cling like strands of cotton
And I am enveloped in the magnificence of the earth around me
If only I could have told you
We could have marvelled at it together.