Black And Blue

I think now black my color is. Absent light, absent you it is my mood and black will do in the dark, dark night. It feels so good; it feels so right it is invasive, it is pervasive, it is persuasive, it takes my vision and my sight! Would I prefer, without ado another color so I could see? Perhaps a deep, deep blue, that would be me. But any color I think will do since I'm no longer holding you. So, for now, I'll stick to black until I know you're coming back!