The Aching

I saw blue

in shades of you

and in thoughts

and dreams, my heart knew

the fading away

the aching of change

in the parting and exchanging places

secret sighing became the talk

when the seams began to rip and there

were no more of us, only traces of what was.

Blur of memory as they pass through like liquid

These separate halves running towards the same pain

Both in empty of comforting in lonely, our common place

The aching……