The rainbow you were

has left my sky

leaving the colourless shadows

to tear me to pieces.

 

I had always clung to the assurance

that all we had

could never have allowed itself

to run dry

or your feelings for me

would go to ground.

 

What good now are the tickets

to the idyll's,and utopia's we were destined for?

what use the keys

to all the rooms waiting to be filled with our love?

 

See the remnants of  me left behind

painted black by you

lying around in the nowhere

of murdered devotion