I have a most unusual colouring book,
the kind you never see.
Crayons ready,
very well,
begin to colour me.
These are the eyes that watched her as she walked away.
Colour them grey.
This is the heart that thought she would always be true.
Colour it blue.
These are the arms that held her and
touched her then lost her somehow.
Colour them empty now.
This is the time I walked until he came between.
Colour it green.
This is the room I sleep in and walk in and weep in.
Hide it that nobody sees.
Colour it
lowly please.
This is the girl,
the one I depended upon.
Colour her gone.
Colour her gone.
Colour her gone.
