I Speak Of Michelle Poem by C.R. Blazo

Drive takes us forward
With no rewards
As the hills climb
They split us further
As the distance grows
Fingers once locked slip out of reach
You left me above the clouds
Looking down to see everything overcome by shadows
Shadows of the phases I was in
I am blanketed in snow and ice
Only to be melted by what I need
I think....
Perfect is only perfect if it lasts
I was smashed apart
Colorful as it once was
The colors bled off the page
I am now cracked open
Spilling myself through the cracks
I find myself tumbling
Tumbling to the end
Where I finally meet your smile