Synthesis of Hyacinths and Loss

We never knew you were so artistic
Painting our hearts in shades of gray

We ran our race without your grace
It was took for granted your warm embrace

Falling from us, that which was dear
She was taken without a fear or a tear

But, the ordinary we’re griping loosely
The obvious we treat as such
Do we kiss the ones we love profusely?
Or do we realize now they’re out of touch?

We put ourselves inside this cage
We held our fists in fits of rage

Shattered glass on the lonely pavement
Flashing lights descending on the embankment

Such a bright display on a dirty canvas
We never knew you were so artistic