Black, black, black, black
The only colors I see
Until I close my eyes
Replay that last interaction
The final scene

Each day the bright reds
Of your crazed manias
Are harder to take

Each day the explosions
Fill me with such dread

Beetle crawling across the
Moist red bricks
Red spider crawls across
The knuckles of my clenched hand

Each day
The separation grows
The wounded widow flows
The broken window shows
The reds and blacks
And grays