The Vanishing Dew

You're just like a reddish vermillion twilight.

You painted my sky orange and yellow. 
You had just adjusted my hue and the saturation, that everything finally made sense. 
Fit the composition. 

I came to where the ache and the hurt were not that painful.
The same exact point that I actually believed I was not that broken that I had found you. 

Anymore. Anyway. 

Then you went away. So quickly, so swiftly, without even looking back. 
Without holding back. 


And I was back to the darkness.