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.