Like the colors in this life were me and you.
Until the moment I bid you a due.
Over and over I think I feel your touch.
Then I awake and realize I only wanted it that much.
Again and again I try to forget our separation.
As a feeble act of my desperation.

I know you're lost and gone.
But that still doesn't take away the hope I feel at dawn.
Watching and thinking of our youth.
Looking in the shattered mirror I find the shattered truth.
I wouldn't have been ready even with preparation.
So now I suffer with this inevitable desperation.

There's no way we could have dodged this.
However that doesn't mean I wish I'd missed our first kiss.
Sure now I'm no longer living but survival is my goal.
Because when you exited so did my soul.
I wish your voice was here, helping with narration.
This is part of my pathetic desperation.

Sorrow has become my way.
Still taking this pain day after day.
Feeling you beside me had always been what kept me here.
And now that your light had died I am alone my dear.
Stuck and tormented. Your leave has left me with parallelization.
I still won't let you go all the way thought as my useless attempt of desperation.

I sit here now, alone.
Thinking about all that I have shown.
The wind whispers and calls my name.
My heart burning with this shame.
There was no way to avoid contamination.
Nor my crumbling plea and scream of desperation.