Blank space

No hues can paint again
the blank canvas of this heart
a vacant, empty, forlorn space

how can I ever forget
those beautiful flowers;
your jeering parting gift to me

with a nonchalant twist
of your delicate wrist
you had bid adieu forever

your sharp, jabbing words
used with utmost dexterity
still cause my heart to bleed

I know now what it means
to have no one by my side
and a gnawing emptiness within.

Written for Sadje’s wdys.