When the Colour Comes Back

Why can I not forget you?
One day here and gone the next
It’s like when we met
You left traces of your soul on mine
While I slept and dreamt of you

Life with you was like a typhoon
Swept up, spun and tossed
But when the storm relented
I was alone in the world

Now things are still
So stupefyingly still
Like the moments following the tempest
When sound’s absence is overwhelming

Deafen me again with your your noise
Without you I thirst bereft of relief
Aching, unquenched
Trying to catch sand with my fingers

Each day the splinter throbs, no respite
Cardboard people surround me
I feed myself but do no hunger
I can sense only you

Your taste, salty and real
Your smell like bottled rain
Your laughter like the song of a Raven
Your face haunts me day and night

I fear nothing will replace you
And without you I am shattered
Pieces scattered far and wide
I have no energy to collect them

In total servitude to a cruel master
Yossarian-like I search for the end without the means
I need you to help me deal with your total absence
I never understood this before

The grey sun rises and pale leaves flutter
I feel no warmth nor wind on my skin
Perpetually numb
Unrecognisable

They tell me I will find a place for this, for you in my life
I fear they are mistaken, but trudge on regardless
If time is going to heal my wounds
It is taking fucking liberties right now

The truth eludes me
I am lost without a compass
I would follow the stars back to safe harbour
But the storm will not relent

I must rage against the elements like Lear
Create calamity of my own
To match and defeat that which I am subjected to

The rage is there
It sits below my sadness
When it comes it will take over me

If you are watching, avert your eyes for a time
I will call to you when things are still again
When the colour come back.

When the Colour Comes Back

IdKid

Sydney, Australia

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I think we’ve all experienced the agony of grief and can therefore empathise with what it is like to live it. It’s part of the deal of life. This is my tribute to all those who are living through grief and loss now and those who have survived and found a place for it.

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