Challenge Submission It's Nothing

[Joie De Mourir]

I would never admit it but
I must have been looking for something
when I stumbled and

saw you

Because though I never told anyone
the world became suddenly

Colorful

And it was a beautiful secret

That became a beautiful dream

But secrets are kept for a reason

Because when the apples and the plums
have faded to the hue of old paper
and the dream has

died

I can smile at you as I always have
and weep into the ash

alone.