Monday, December 8, 2008

Absence and Presence

Black.
The absence of all color.
The absence of all emotion.
The absence of anything and of everything.
I have a color,
A color uniquely me.
A mix of burning red,
Depthless blue
And soaring yellow.
A mix of palest pink
And fragile white.
When you left,
You - my world, my existence,
When you left me,
My life-
Without you-
Could be defined by only one color.
Black.
And then you came back!
All my color returned to me
In a single, heart-stopping second.
My color,
Just right for me,
Which is dead without you,
Which kills me when it is gone,
It returned to me.
My soul has been found once more.

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