I cannot paint today

As colours dull
where your absence is found
inimitable
our footprints wash away with the intoxicating tide
retrospection
as my epiphany comes late
absolution
comes lubed with whiskey shots
sweet numb the wounds which time has left to heal
where distant is a soberness in which I feel your embrace imbue
please take me to pieces
find this burning ball of angst hiding amongst my love for you
and bring my colours back.