Bleak Love

In times of joy I look for her face in the crowd yet I see only bleak visions of woman surrounded by a world of unwanted infatuation and in the world of my own I collide with the idea of isolation and combine to sculpt the credibility of my love which is now lacking since you have gone away and I am yet to understand why things happened the way they did but they did in deed and in days I hope to see your face full of roses and tulips which have blossomed from beneath your eyelids and I can taste the sorrows of your tear salted with caramel and candied raindrops which have now sunk into my skin will I ever be rid of this damp depth as I thrust myself into the threshhold can I take warmth in you one last time.