when the colours
seem to fade away
nothing feels
ever quite the same

my dear,
you seem to paint galaxies
in many ways
i never knew

you would open
up the night sky
and tell me everything in it
was all mine

you made sparks of white
to light up the whole sky
show the assorted amounts
of stars for me

you loved me like black
loves white,
infinite and never dying

(b.d.s.)