Love Poem

The day transgresses
in a turtle pace
with a monotone
and automatic beat
to it
(could that possibly
be my heart?)

I’m moving but
I’m frozen,
I’m speaking now
but all this speech
could just be a recording
(I love fooling people,
especially myself)

I miss you, I miss you
so much…
I’m colorblind
and pale without you,
my dear poetry.