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Coloring Loss (Free verse) by molly
When the sun is in my eyes
When I taste my hair in my mouth,
When my tears blur the landscape
When I wear raindrops as others wear jewels
I start to think of you,
and a million other memories arise
resurrected from their graves to haunt me.
Like ashes in a fireplace
an unexpected wind carried you off,
I can still see you flying
spiraling through the soot of the chimney--
the blackest color:
black as oblivion
black as naught
black as love's suicide--
into the cold, pulsating night air.
You leave me standing at the edge of the world,
holding nothing but black in my hands.
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