could have been

I weep over my dreams,

me and you,

a rift in the nighttime blue.

your influence painted my life,

adorned with sorrowful hues,

using soft or hard strokes.

not one or two alike,

but strangely they all hit just right.

Colors similar to the tears shed,

your presence filled my heart with dread,

I found myself craving what we could have been.