Your absence turns my soul colors
Like cheap metal on my fingers.
And it seems, even when I scrub,
That putrid green won’t go away.
My skin is left raw and bleeding
Waiting for relief that will never come.
And along with my soul it cries out for you.
For your touch.
For a moment of peace within your heart.
But I know I am not there.
Never again will you breathe my name.
Or touch my skin.
Or dry my tears.
And that tainted green will stay forever,
As a reminder of what we could have been.