You took away the bright colours
that day when you left,
along with rest and ease
slyly while I slept.
So my nights are black and blue
and grey, loads of grey
that even moonlight
wears a long black veil.
Black and blue
And black mixed in tired grey.

So today I got a box of paints
And waited…
When I thought I was ready

for the vibrant colours
to streak back into my life
I said the magic words
I dipped the brush
in startling vermillion hues.

I spattered paint on my canvas,
It came away blue.