Vivid Madness

A black curtain hangs outside my window
as I lie down and cold night lengthens.
The moments I shared were always a dream,
perfect and empty pictures in fading colour.
Wind and rain show no mercy to the
rose bush shivering by the front door.
We tell ourselves all love is foolish –
and still sorrow is such vivid madness.

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