Greyscale

The world feels quiet now

Black and white as you believe it to be

Maybe you were right

Or else it's how i interpret it

When i am devoid of the brightness of your eyes

Vacant while missing the sound of your laugh

The bird song this morning seems melancholy

And the colours of spring

Will never be as vibrant

As when you looked at me

And said my name

But i keep my tears

and the hollow in my heart

Because it's too late now isn't it?

To tell you I love you.