with the aching skies and the deafening rain 
she painted with heavy blues, 
alone with the memories; 
memories were all she had left, 
memories were all that was keeping her alive, 
because what was a life without those memories? 
and so, she painted her lover’s favorite hue, 
her favorite shade of blue;
she painted feverishly, nightly 
with burning tears cascading 
as memories were seared 
and fates were sealed,
because they took her only lover away,
took the only girl she dared so loved
away. 
all she could do was remember 
how they ripped each other apart 
and how they took her away  
the girl crumpled onto the ground 
with her collapsing heart 
and cries so vehement 
that the only thing she could do was drown in her blues 
her navy’s, her sapphires, 
and wait for her lover; 
she was painting; 
painting for a lover who was to never return, 
painting for a girl who watched from the skies, 
painting for her everything that left her with nothing