Life is an abstraction
Lived between the values of black and white
Softly … vividly … extremely
In gradations of gray
But memories are collected
In the nuance of color
Between the depths of suicidal depression
To the euphoria of loves’ tectonic orgasms
The whys of divorce at the age of 74
Are lost in the darkness of expectation
Lost in radiant shades of love’s experience
There are no answers
When it’s over