The Hue of You

Green is everywhere.

That color has become very common here,

Or maybe I just notice it a lot more now.

Maybe I'm actually searching for it.

The colors of things never really made a difference to me

Because when I met her the only colors that mattered were hers.

The cream ivory of her skin.

The bouncing red in her hair,

Like a mirror on my bleeding heart.

The bottomless green pool of her eyes.

I've never seen green like that.

I didn't know a color could be so bright yet dark,

And soft yet intense like an arrow in my heart,

but the arrows made of cotton.

It never mattered what the arrow was made of anyway,

because in the end I can't breathe either way.

Maybe that color is why I see green everywhere.

Maybe I search it out unbeknownst to myself,

because I used to live for that feeling.

Maybe that's why I get nauseous if I stare at it too long.

Because I'll never see that color again.

Because I'll never feel that way again.

Because I made a home in that color and called it mine.

But I was evicted. It never belonged to me.

It's her own specific brand of green.

A hue that subconsciously,

I must be scavenging the earth for.

But the earth no matter how grand

Will never bear colors like hers again.

There is only one shade like hers and she carries it with her.

I tore the arrow out of my chest and gave it back to her,

And I have found ever since that green is the loneliest color.