When I look around at what is left without you,
I am blue.
When I think about all the words that weren't said,
I am red.
I stare into oblivion and I feel pain,
Like rain.
It washes over every part of my body,
It's ******.
I think about you on a boat with a fish,
And I wish.
Such a final choice you made,
To fade.
Always in my heart.
Always in my sight.
I have to accept you gave up the fight.