Adios.
And all that could be conjured came in black and white.
The soft features and beautiful lines.
The brows that smiled,
The sweetness of the eyes.
And your lips spelled warmth,
As it traces the lines.
The lines.
The lines, carved out by shadows and light.
The light and shadows of the night,
and of life.
When colours came, and there was only light,
When everything no longer comes in black and white,
It dawned on me, even in tears, it's a useless fight.
For it was time to say goodbye.
Adios.
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