Warm as sunlit skin,

Radiating from within. 

From the quiet space of suspicion,

A lingering cold–

Born of loss, pain. 

These uncovered briefly,

To reminisce and become lost. 

The dread of empty days,

Shattered hands grasp,

Deep in the well of what could be. 

Forget the world without yellow.  

Waking in the morning, 

Feeling her there,

The shadows fade.