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

 

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