Yellow filled my life

in forms of you,

touching the dark corners

I thought to be hidden.

Sharing a life,

an existence that left

me gasping for air,

so raw and wild it was

sharing with you

my realities.

You gave me something

to dream of.

Feeling inside my

open wounds, and though

making them bleed,

I was glad as every

painful drop

released itself,

poisonous venom finally

freed from within.

Yellow is gone now.

Time is gray.

Life plain reality.

But from far off

in the distance,

a warm ray touches

the back of my neck,

and I know somewhere

you and I still exist

in a brightly colored

fantasy ...