I sit in front of the mirror
holding the black watch
that I gave you on your last birthday
Whenever I feel lonely
I can feel your presence in this home
I peep out of our shaded windows
The sun is shining through the black clouds
which makes me nauseous
like it happened on the day you lay on that black coffin
and I couldn’t look at you clearly
because of the bright light of the sun
that made me sick
Now, I keep the windows closed always.
Black is powerful, hidden, mysteries, too deep for anyone to touch your real soul.
This is a series of colours where I will describe a relationship with a few sentences based on colour.