They weren’t as bright as they used to be,
Slowly chipping off the wall
Faded and dying
In the form of broken crumbs
Of coloured plaster.
Intricately separated by a line of black
Throughout their lives
They realized their lifelong dream of true love
Is slowly approaching its end
Fervently they prayed, as gravity parted them
Piece by piece.
And just when they thought this is it
Came the first rain of the season
Yes, indeed, it washed them down
But did not leave them high and dry
For they were wet with passion
As the rain had them mingling
And the two old, experienced colours
Dissolved together in the little puddle
As raindrops trickled in celebration
Of their ultimate union.