Technicolour Heartbreak

And colours appear in me
neon, child-like innocence
sense of love, a bright rainbow
arc in my heart.

Seven colours made of
you - your touch, your eyes, your voice
your shape, your mind, your soul,
your heart.

And it's intense, you, the one I
go to, the one I adore, the one
I imagine in a kaleidoscope
of colours.

But what's a rainbow but
impermanence? Drops of rain
punctuated by light
only to dissipate
like glass broken into shards.

Shards that drop to the chest
to reveal just a pulsating red,
a scarlet river. Beating to its death,
you only see the monochrome
in me. I see you only

a figment of imagination.

Because the colours I'm seeing
are made of rose-tinted glass,
this love is stained
in hues of
grey and darkness.