"What's your least favorite color?"
"Yellow, it's too bright"
"Red, it's too angry"
"pink, it's too girly"
It finally gets to me, and I really have to think.
"Green" I say, but why?
Green was my best friends color.
The color of his nails.
The color of the streaks he wanted in his hair.
The color of his favorite sweater.
The color of his birthstone.
The color of the deep marks he left on him.
The color of his favorite cologne bottle I still smell sometimes.
The color of the sweatpants that covered the bruises.
The color of his suit at his funeral.
The color of him.
Green is my least favorite color.
Because it would still be his color if he made it out.
