Loosing

My biggest fear was loosing you,
But now it seems that it is so.
You must leave me behind.
Desperatly I hold onto the good times.
But slowly they slip from my grasp.
The colours fade and turn to grey.
Abandoned in my world, alone.
There is no hope, only loneliness.
No sunshine to brighten my day.
No you.
And alone I will stay in this desolate land
Untill we are united again.

By Exandra