Subtle scent of your perfume from my pillow
Now damp with tears
Early morning rain meanders down these misty windows
A worn old shoebox catches my eye from the side locker
As I cocoon my heavy head deeper under the covers
Memories of better days – now locked away
My fallen heart sinks deeper into my chest
Visions of pink and blue post-it notes,
Tender words I now want to believe with all my heart
But little white lies grew darker over time
Your secrets took on different shades
While I remained colour blind