flight of the butterfly, rising free
Touched by the breezes
And the words of teachings shared
Sweet moments of art
our fate's arrival
was destined by God Himself
only He knows how
Black, black, black, black
The only colors I see
Until I close my eyes
Replay that last interaction
The final scene
Each day the bright reds
Of your crazed manias
Are harder to take
Each day the explosions
Fill me with such dread
Beetle crawling across the
Moist red bricks
Red spider crawls across
The knuckles of my clenched hand
Each day
The separation grows
The wounded widow flows
The broken window shows
The reds and blacks
And grays