Colour my Life

There are days, of certain bleakness, I shy away from them. I know they will pass, with little patience. Meanwhile I look around for shreds of colours to fill my void. Purple, blue or green. I look around. Sometimes to no vail. I remain stationary. I blink my eyes perchance the colour spectrum may be of jolly mood and cast me some of his. I fall back on a thought, of my dear one, who said: If I can stand in front of a mirror and rEsPeCt the person there, I know my life is not in vain.

Love to me, on a bleak day,
Was it a Sunday or Monday
When we last said goodbye.