snowflakes and blizzards

light.

i ache for the day

you see

how much i yearn

to hear your

gravelly voice,

the sound that held

so tightly in its grasp

every fragment of pulchritude

in the world;

i yearn to

caress the beauteous

winter that your

face encompassed,

the charms of

a million intricately

carved snowflakes,

all melted into one-

a visage that held

those eyes of

black-flecked

burnt sienna;

i yearn to stare

into those eyes again-

for you were the one who

gifted me with the reason

to live,

how could you be void

of it yourself,

and when you had

promised to hold

my hand,

and drench me in the

rain of your love,

how is it that you

could break an oath

that intertwined our souls-

all my questions

will remain

unanswered,

for it is not merely

my life that lacks your

presence,

but the very universe itself;

all my words

to you that will remain

unheard-

for in my world of black and white,

you were the only

tincture of grey,

you were the only part

of my world

that held any hue,

you were my light,

and you left within the depths

of my being,

a darkness that

no light could cease.