Colours of My Life

Once my life was as bright as the golden

sun.

During those days,

I thought you and I were one.

You made me very blue when

you told me to leave you.

Eventually I became use to it.

Until years later,

I thought I might have a chance.

We became good friends, again.

Better than before.

I just couldn't leap over your new boundaries

that kept us as only friends, nothing more.

You possessed a strange manner

In relation to your "ex's".

Remaining friends with them

with whom you arrived at an end?

What man can have a former lover as a friend?

Suddenly they were wandering around.

Fixing things or seeking to be fixed!

How does an "ex" trust another "ex"?

What man can have a former lover as a friend?

That night I must have glowed as

light green was my apprehension, fear and terror

to loss of you whom apparently were not mine to possess.

Turning deep green, my jealousy &  envy;

that ran blood red in my annoyance unto rage.

Days gone past when

Deep purple loathing & disgust remained.

We were far from being on the same page.

As we spoke since:

You highlighted my error

Which seemed larger than there's.

You said I was splitting hairs.

My sadness & grief blanketed me in deep blue

and melancholy.

Now my life is grey

living without you

from day to day.

Neither lover nor a friend.

At this old age there's no use

being ISO another then.

my life has come to its end.

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this poem about an older man's love for a younger woman who holds him just as a friend after having been lovers.

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