An outline drawn in chalk
Every color I've ever been
Has bled and seeped out
On to the ground
Life has soaked up my
Goldens, Browns, Magentas,
Purples, Azures, and reds
Everything I was saturated with
is inevitably dying and fading.
I used to be your good mornings,
Your good nights, the smiles, the laughter,
Tears, fights, and arguments in between.
I have become the I'm sorry
Please, May I? Guess what?
Politeness and small talk have
Never been this cruel.
Bereft of you yet inexplicably burdened
By this heart that will not cease beating for you
In this world that spins faster than I can catch up
I'm a butterfly hopelessly pinned to a wall