So Long, Fare Thee Well

My grandmother left in shades
of salt and pepper,
the shadows of crevices, deep
memories of bygones.

My friend waved on walls painted
with blood and matter,
hints of desperation, seeped
and gleaming no more.

My first love offered a gradient
of lethargic adieus,
pigmentation of false promises
and a glow that fades.

My swan song has not been cast
light is yet reflecting
values and undertones in complexion
dyeing in degrees.

LKT © 2015

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