Blue

Oh, how I have these winter blues.

These windows, now icy, have been stripped of their views.

These walls, now cold, have your portraits no more.

And slowly, your image, I lose.

Changing is deforming.
Rising is falling.
Growing is shrinking,

And my death is calling.

Oh, how I have these winter chills down my spine.

No longer can I call my life so divine,

The door, now closed, will open no more,

And I have not even the strength to have left a sign,

A message, a letter, a note...

Something written in midnight blue,

Something that sounds like "I love you".