The annoying stain

On the canvas covered

In beautiful, vivid colours


The extra grain

Of salt when the

Taste is perfect


The word

That was said when

Silence was bliss


The dust

On the purest,

Shining gold


The presence

Too intense, too much

When solitude was needed


The loneliness

I long, I yearn

When you are absent


The emptiness

I feel inside as


You did not reciprocate