Awake through countless nights
staring at blank to catch your glimpse,
my eyes cried day long
with the passage of yet another.
Stoned they remained open,
hoping to soak your shadow dark;
searching through the misted void
of a tint that would have then painted my rainbow.
Gone as thou a wisp
or maybe a whisper unheard,
haunting the dirtiest grey
color of smoke is what they reflect.
My sight no longer holds your vision
charred are now the images within…
enough memories collected have I,
let my tears wash some away.