But now…

Where once our fingers interlaced

Now the bond is broken

On this delicate plane

The ribbon of my love unfurls

Daily

Daily

daily

And where once you would take your end

And hold it to your muted skin

Now it trails in the unforgiving darkness

In which I must lie

During brighter days

Enraptured by the palette of your company

We danced

We smiled

We shared

Painting the landscape of our lives

with blues and greens and yellows and purples

And folding into one another

Embracing

Inhaling the sweet scent

But now

now

Now there is only empty canvas

In place of your rich tapestry

There is only stillness and silence

There is only monochrome

And I fold alone

Maybe one day I will cherish again

And thrill in the ecstasy of embrace

But now I stand, streaked through with mourning

And endlessly caress the memory of your presence.