It's a matter of perspectives

A stroke of the paintbrush in your memory...

Upon the rough canvas lies happy times that we've shared together. A tear rolls languidly down my cheek, staining the perfect picture dark. Lips trembled at the harsh onslaught, and the heart aches even more so.

Let there be no solace for the lost souls, for the chain once bounded has broken. Wandering amidst the everlasting fog and losing direction, countless phantoms haunt me. But strangely, they're all flawless images of you.

Mourning, how I wished the loss wasn't you. The continuous drift before, could it not be solved otherwise?

Pallor stains my palms, numbness spread over the fingers...

Crimson.