something is broken
I can't fix it.
something is amiss
I can't find it.
when?
I ask myself.
An unending therapy
unyielding in solutions or clues
every session ends in gloom.
when?
when did this epic romance
turn sour?
how did this dazzling
picture lose colour?
but then...
still beautiful.
in this greyed-out photo
lies the brightest sun...
it radiates.
find me the light source!
let me crank it up,
so it can illuminate...
this greying-out photo
frames our radiated love,
fading....