I see the years
drip in vivid colours,
they seep throughout
my heart.
You are there,
your laughter is yellow
and inside I'm just
echoes.
The bitter irony
that I was there,
my smile for you
was rose.

Now the words are dark
and clouds throw shadows.
After everything
we ever suffered for
has finally come 
to be,
we are friends
no more.

I yearn to share this 
with you,
these threads of orange
that you cried for
so long.
Those tears I dried,
those indigo days
where I held you,
comforted.
You have them now,
all the ethereal ribbons
woven in the perfect
tapestry.

Except for me,
I'm the gaping hole,
the image;
incomplete.
But I fear 
to mix again
is to discover
shades of grey.

This moment stolen 
from me,
from you.
A needless sacrifice.
There should be rainbows,
my dearest friend,
but we are friends
no more.