You came back in a brilliance of sad lights,
Like the final flashback in one's life.
I remember you in high hues,
Down to the very sad shade of blues.
I remember you with the feeling I get when the clock strikes 12 on New Year's eve;
A rush of excitement, hope, but a place I have to leave.
I remember when the dreaded words escaped our mouths: "good bye."
And how it all froze and faded to black and white.
Now flash forward to many months after,
When acceptance settled in and now I see you in colors.
Remembering you is like seeing a masterpiece;
A mix of hope, tragedy, love, and peace.
YOU ARE READING
Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
