Their black and white love was an illumination of colours,
Everyone seemed to be fading, they were just different from the others.
Their light would always coruscate even through the darkest nights,
They did flicker a bit sometimes but their hearts glinted like firelight.
They were just unspoken words and reckless memories,
In the absence of colours they were becoming art,
They were filled with dust and the things that simply faded,
But the poetry that they've become could wrench the stars apart.