The colour of I
Death passed through
Souls remained
Spirits meandered
When death passed through
For a moment I saw it
There it was, dark and black
All was white after
Was I dark and shady?
Or was I pure and serene?
Or even grey?
Or even grey?
Going back
Going back
To where I belong
Going back
Where I have pet names
Going back
Where I love to saunter
Going back
To where I can hear the birds
To where
I can smell the rain
To where I can see green
To where I can touch the earth
Going back
To where love is not just a word
Going back
To where I am made to feel like
Best friend gone
Perusing Britsh romance
Me all alone in my
Cozy world
When the call
Proclaimed
"Thy best friend gone..."
The phone lay dead
Pages of Shelly remained still
My best friend was gone
And so I was
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