Losing You

Losing you is watching the colors drain from the tapestry we called our own

And bystanders would watch me lose the only artwork I've ever loved and known.

The green that we planted has withered lifeless brown

Scenes of destruction would haunt me from all around my town.

My oceans you painted blue, now a gloomy shade of gray

And if it were only up to me, I would've wanted you to stay.

I'll admit that everything in my life

Has lost their sparkle since the day you said goodbye—

And I want you back; I want to see the love return to your eyes.

Losing you is robbing my verses of all their rhymes

Forcing me to write stilted prose with uneven lines.

The words we once whispered hang like dust in the air,

Ghosts haunting the places their pain couldn't bear.

In the interim, the city we once built from our hopes and dreams

In the aftermath is desolate, save for my poltergeist's screams.

Memory is poison to a broken heart, and hope

Only rubs salt over my scars, and I know

Losing you is the worst pain by far.