Hello Kelly, this poem feels like sunrise turned into love, where color itself becomes a language of touch.

Coffee and bread are not routine, they are choreography, gestures of devotion woven into daily life.

Skin grazing skin, glances lingering, silence speaks louder than words, intimacy breathing in quiet.

Time advances, and the colors dim, the window once sacred now avoided in silence.

The dance of companionship fades, replaced by awkward pauses and unspoken distance.

Timid suns rise, but shadows loom, echoing the fading of warmth and connection.

The speaker stands alone, facing glass that reflects only yesterday’s obscured memory.

Loss here is not just of color, but of certainty the faith that light would always return.

The poem humanises love as fragile art, once vivid, now remembered in darkness.

Ultimately, it shows how memory holds the colors of intimacy, even when the present has turned to night.