Draining the colour

 

I arrive into sanctuary.

We spent two summers here
filled with mixed memories,
it was raining but I couldn't
help feeling every sting as
rain falls on my jacket.

I think on
every word
tumbling out
of your lips

saying how
I brought colour
into your life like
nobody has ever
done before.

I look up at trees
towering over us
hearing branches
blow in a violent
unison as words
try piercing into
my eardrums

thinking about
every moment
quietly sacrificed
as wounds scream
out from my pale
aching thighs,

this isn't your colour
and it hasn't been
for a while now

I drained them
soon as you
made that
final call

that you so
desperately
kept claiming
wasn't so final,

these colours
finally do not
belong to you

I drained them
back to where
they will always
remain & belong,

myself

and every
god that
stood by

towering over
each word
you dare
spoke.