Petrol Blues

Slick swirls of rainbow hues
reflect my soul
blues.

Petrol art on asphalt;
greasy strokes of colour
underlay with grey.

Hope vanished in a splatter
of water.
A fine mist of drops
cast into the air
in a shimmering veil.

I stand, wet, dripping
soaking,
broken,
staring into the black abyss;
the memory of
your cold kiss
a fading ripple.