Always in black
From the summer
To the spring,
Year after year
I am in mourning,
For the love
For the pain,
The one who got away
The one who stole
My heart,
The only one I had,
And even though
I know where to find her,
I prefer to sleep
I prefer to suffer,
The agony of her distance
The cold memories
Frozen photos
Now diluted of color,
I resolve to wake
For the lies of my hopes,
That one day
I'll see her again
Again hear her laughter,
But those dreams now stay
Like splinters
In the hole in my chest,
How sweet would death be
After the torture of my days,
Always cloudy
Because of the sun that left me
For another rainbow...
©okpoet