ever last.
You painted love across my skin,
then washed it out from deep within.
Your
laughter bloomed like summer skies,
now just a ghost behind my eyes.
The canvas cracks,
the hues decay,
and every shade you gave away.
Your fading colors slipping through my hands
like rain that never understands.
I watch you blur into the gray,
the more I reach,
the more you fade.
Your fading colors still on my clothes,
soft as a memory,
your body knows.
Your every hue I can't reclaim,
just a whisper left in your name.
We used to glow in neon light.
Now everything turns black and white.
You spoke in tones I can't recall.
The silence framed it after all.
The photographs have lost their flame.
The edges curl, the faces change.
Though I try to paint you back,
the pigments fall, the blues turn black.
Your fading colors haunting every room,
perfume and light,
a quiet gloom.
You slipped away without a sound,
a palette lost,
a love unbound.
Your fading colors,
my final art,
still bleeding slowly from my heart.
Maybe time's just watercolor ink,
and I'm the paper left with stains.
I'd frame the past if I still could,
but nothing holds the way it should.
Your fading colors still on my skin,
the echo of what might have been.
Your every sunset I outgrew,
the art I made when I had you.
And though the night paints over true,
my world still fades in shades of you.
My world still fades in shades of you.