I miss him
He who could melt away
My solitude
Bringing light and colour
To my monochrome world

But perhaps
The oasis had dried up
Or it was merely a cruel mirage
Conjured up by the cruel puppeteers
And the utopia ended

Still though I miss him
He who froze up my world once more
Restoring my world to its monochrome state
Bringing away with him his joy, his light, his colour
My joy, my light, my colour