It's the color of the sky was when we made love in the meadow with only the constellations watching and your eyes were shining with desire.

Before you caged my heart, took the key and tossed it into blazing fire.

It's the shade of the ink I used to write you the one thousand and one love letters which remain stacked on my nightstand

It's the coffee I sip each morning before the sun rises as I stare out the window, reminiscing about the days when my smile was genuine and constant memories of us didn't burn my fingertips

It's the cloud of darkness that trails me as I stumble helplessly, trying an escape from the gloomy prison also known as my mind

It's the ashes that bind together to form my aching soul, ever since the single reason that once kept my feet planted on this planet and my lungs from disintegrating has disappeared

It's the material that sticks to my skin  as I mourn the girl I once was, for that carefree and free spirit is six feet under with the ground and hopefully heaven bound

And last but not least, it's the last thing I will see when I reach the point where I can longer cope without you and I've have enough of the demons thrashing in my head, because with the simple click of a trigger, everything will be red.

Z.D.L