Looking out my window, the color of you,
I conclude only the young poets, have hues of blue,
Your  color is haze gray, as morning dew,
Your love stood the test of time, now a life left behind
Traces of her must linger, I saw her in your shadow,
With the absent of light, Where no reflection should be,
I wanted to shout, she’s there, but I realize the wind tells you so,
You feel her in your soul,
Firewalker