I am brittle and abandoned.
Like gilt leaves shed by the selfish tree.
As you wilfully discarded me.
I am damp and distraught.
Like wind whipping drizzle against cheeks.
As you were callous and cold to me
I am sombre and grey.
Like the sky’s heavy, battleship clouds.
As you so grimly threatened me.
I am winter white.
Like first frost, static and beautiful.
As you were to me.