No news is good news
apart from the car garage...

She steps into the colours
of autumn, turning her back...

Within these walls, of where I dwell
My life endures, a love-sick spell...

I remember what
you’d say will history...

I remember your words
many years ago...

No artificial
colours or preservatives...

Can you imagine
if you turned your head around...

...

As grief rained down, dark clouds did rise,
where petals fell, from ashen skies...

The sheer depth of it
a word that is a rainbow...

Between these lines, we come to write,
we shall not judge, the black and white...

Not looking for it
but something was found once lost...