The morning breaks in muted tones,

A quiet world where I’m alone.

Your voice once painted skies so bright,

Now it fades like dusk to night.

The words we spoke, a fleeting hue,

Like watercolor bleeding through.

I try to hold what slips away,

A love that can't remain.

The color of goodbye is soft and slow,

A fading blush, a gentle glow.

It lingers in the air like rain,

Beautiful, but tinged with pain.

The color of goodbye is what remains,

A masterpiece of love and chains.

The photographs can’t hold the light,

Just shadows now, a pale insight.

Your hand in mine, it felt like gold,

But even warmth can turn so cold.

The promises we couldn't keep,

Still haunt the edges of my sleep.

A tapestry that’s come undone,

Unraveling with the setting sun.

The color of goodbye is soft and slow,

A fading blush, a gentle glow.

It lingers in the air like rain,

Beautiful, but tinged with pain.

The color of goodbye is what remains,

A masterpiece of love and chains.

Every goodbye holds a shade of grace,

A fleeting glimpse of a time, a place.

It’s never black, it’s never white,

Just shifting hues in fading light.

The color of goodbye is soft and slow,

A fading blush, a gentle glow.

It lingers in the air like rain,

Beautiful, but tinged with pain.

The color of goodbye is what remains,

A masterpiece of love and chains.

So here I stand as the colors blend,

Between a beginning and an end.

The color of goodbye paints the sky,

And leaves a trace of you and I.