after you left,
i found that i grew sick
my entire body ached
for days
for weeks
and i no longer saw colours
and i couldn’t leave my room
despite wanting to ever-so
horribly, because the whole place
reeked of you
i figured i may die this way
sick
the rest of my days spent
in black and white,
relating everything to you
until one colourful morning,
when i awoke and i was fine
you crossed my mind
and i was fine
and then i wondered
if i had ever really
been sick at all
