Colors

Colors, more than just a beautiful view,

more than something you use to fill in the blank spaces of a coloring book.

Colors mix with emotions,

the way we describe people.

That’s all I saw with her, her colors.

I noticed how her mood was like the sky,

changing from blues to greys.

I noticed her eyes had started shining a bright yellow every time she heard her favorite songs, saw something she loved,

and when she could smell flowers in the field.

Her lips, her smile, they turned blue,

a dark blue,

that would change anyone else’s mood with one single look.

You could feel her pain.

I did something,

something I deeply regret every single day.

I told her I loved her,

and I meant it,

but then I told her I couldn’t stand it anymore,

seeing her in pain.

I couldn’t see her suffer.

I remember her turning away,

and then looking back at me.

Her soul had turned black,

and her eyes had turned red.

I just walked away.

I was a coward, I know.

To tell her that I couldn’t see her in pain.

But how can you watch the girl that you’re deeply in love with,

sit there in that hospital bed, dying?

In a world of blues, greys, reds, and blacks;

She was my yellow.

She was my happiness.

She was supposed to be mine,

until cancer held her hand,

and told her she couldn’t stay.