flight of the butterfly, rising free
looking in your eyes
i feel the pain of old
lost loves, lost lives
forgotten memories, untold
Relieved of your sadness
You are filled in my love
Comforted in gladness
Soothed by angels, above
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