3. Goodbye

The way you smile
and your eyes sparkle
and all these shades of red,
of this nameless red tree
that reflect off of you.
I realize,
you were the missing piece
of the art that I make,
the shade of color,
I can never get right,
and I will never.
Its better to part
when the sky is still blue,
the stars will never let us.

One thought on “3. Goodbye

  1. Such beauty in sadness. Those lines ‘you were the missing piece
    of the art that I make’ have such power of recognition, and yet there is the awareness that you will not be together. Hauntingly beautiful – imagistically and personally.

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