Color

A story for us would be painted with orange

Sampled from marigolds, sunsets, and breakfast

I now see how shades of it could be warm and comfort

Any charming bedroom, kiss worthy couch, and kitchen with special touches

I know you would make sure to add green

And mingle it in creatively and impeccably

In ways only you know how to notice things

You changed the meaning of colors, looking back

It all began to shift, watching you dress to match hues to how you feel

And how it was the brighter, the better

I wish I saw it when you started to go gray

Your light was dimming, right in front of me

The world you once captured with bright river rocks

Was slowly beginning to dull

We knew it when we looked at the pictures

From when your eyes used to sparkle when you were a kid

You knew it when the days got heavier

And you stopped cooking and singing

You were growing more fearful

During the summer we were both trying to float

I wish it was enough that

I would paint you pink if you hoped for spring

I would paint you red, when you need passion with a touch of spunk

I would paint you yellow when you need to remember levity

Purple when you need to return home

And blue when you need to know that it is going to be okay

You were growing paler

In the car so late, parked next to a highway

Speaking about connection that used to be easier

I did not realize you were wilting

Right before me

The person who taught me to see rainbow, was fading

Glimmer eyes

Take refuge, flee from here, find light

And I promise one day, you will again see color