The world is void of color
Now that you're gone.
I don't know how to survive
Living in this world of grey.
Like a beacon you lit up my life,
Rainbows of color unfolding before you,
With your passion,
Your creativity,
Your love.
Now I'm trapped in the darkness
Of my soul,
my heart,
my life.
You say you need to work on you --
That you don't want to hurt me,
But not having you hurts
More than anything I've felt before.
All I see is this empty house
Void of you
And the colorful joy
You brought into my life.
The memories so bright before
Are now dim and tinged by grief.
So far away you are --
Not just in distance
But also in heart.
I don't know how to live
In this place of grey.
I long for you and your passion.
I long for your touch and presence.
I hate that we're so far apart,
But here I'll stay,
Waiting for you --
Waiting for the day you come back to me.
I miss you.
I experienced this, for the
I experienced this, for the first time and not the last, in January of 1978, when my then college sweetheart announced---at lunch among several of our mutual friends---that our relationship was over (and that table got very silent very quickly). The short lines of your poem keeps the emotion flowing, and that emotion spoke volumes to me as I read it. I am sorry you have had to experience this sort of thing, but you describe it with verbal skill.
Starward