a shell of what I used to be
a hollow chest
trembling hands
and a blank stare
my vision was obscured
I was seeing life
as if it were a photo
to be developed
an album of our memories
drenched in my tears
imprinted forever in the dark room
of my mind
all the color drained from the world
and the longer I stared
the more that I realized
goodbyes are red
and then the world
is black and white
