Words and Nothings

Longings

Air turned cold
Occasional encounters,
actual or virtual,
provoke unnecessary uneasiness
Your eyes still prove unvearable.

Warmer colors faded;
gave way to some monochrome,
black and white

Devoid of complex,
incomprehensible,
romance

The longings ever present,
though,
the world is so much easier to paint
in just black and white.