All Our Painted Skies

A Poem

Photo by Valentin Houee on Unsplash

oh, oh, oh
your colors bled from my skin
on that night you went away,
never to return,
your shadow fleeing
from the bedroom floor

oh, oh, oh
the red of me faded fast
as if you’d never been,
my pale ghost
becoming my true self
in what felt like moments

oh, oh, oh
there was no rainbow —
just a rainstorm —
when you left
and I knew nothing
would ever be the same for me

oh, oh oh
you were the thief
of a thousand colors from
our painted skies,
and you never even thought
to apologize

but I’m tired of waiting
on you to make things right —
now I sigh
whenever your name comes up
and I have to smile for all our friends