missing him so much
she can barely
breathe

but truths change
like the colors of a
rainbow, and often

the suns glare is
just too harsh
to bear though

she often masks it
with fraudulent
contempt

covertly avoiding
her own hypocrisy
until the radiant and

majestic colors of
the spectrum slowly
soften and shift

mocking her
desperate and
feeble attempt

and the sun manifests
so reluctantly it's
almost absurd

dissipating raindrops
upon her breast as she
stands silent and naked

and in this moment of
non-existant pride
the truth becomes

ever so clear that the
rainbow was never really
there, or maybe it was

but like a mirage
it simply faded
into nothing...