Portrait

The train fades away in the distance,
dragging my soul with its every beat.

I stand here in the dark afternoon,
staring at the blue destiny thay lies ahead.
You are not here with me to see the sunset,
or the very first flowers of this sad spring.

The colours surround me,
giving me a headache as I switch my view to grey.
Grey as the stone heart you've left behind,
craking in this stale town as overstepped pavement.

The happy songs the birds sing don't reach me anymore...
The sound of your voice is all I want to hear right now.
Maybe if I could feel your touch one more time...
maybe if I could catch your scent for a little while...

The sound of my rushing blood against my numb ears
makes me dizzy as I stare off into space,
losing myself in this black and white portrait.
A portrait I now call life.