I dip in and out of dreams with the thought of you,
Hoping that when I wake you will be there,
But there is nothing,
Nothing but black and white in this melancholy life.
It’s not only when I wake I realise that I’m alone,
It’s in the little things,
Sitting by the fire alone,
Having only one empty wine glass in the bowl,
There is no colour in my life,
I don’t see the greens and the blues,
All the beautiful colours of spring,
All the crimson in the evening sky,
The glorious gold in the early morning,
My life is melancholy. How about yours?