color washed

Dark hours arrive on

bright days,

Blossoms

On graves.

Sadness makes it’s way

Past laughter

In subtle streams

And tidal waves.

Heart break

Is the ache

Of a great abyss,

There’s no bottom

To sorrow, and

no way to resist.

Warm skies

Smeared by

Tears of pain.

Soul cries

Dulled by

Tones of gray

Faces

Of loved ones

Taken away.