By KB Nelson
This black and white cold symphony,
and you, and I, unstable three,
upon the road which winds ahead
to colours bright, no black and white,
with hints of grey and tints so slight.
Joined by no cord, no easy thread
to break, though it may stretch and strain,
(when I have cried at night in vain
and wished you quit and wished me sane.)
Long fast may be this tensile thread
and stretch from love to apathy,
‘long unknown roads and harmonies.
At heart I’ll be your friend until
the symphony’s forever still.