May 2018
Orange is the warmest color.
It is violent sunsets,
lit ends of cigarettes,
hesitant stoplights,
lucky goldfish,
champagne bubbles,
closing scars,
healing bruises,
a lone candle.
It's the color of the life you brought me,
the fruit that makes you smile,
the chips we'd share,
the flowers you bought me,
the tips of our flame,
the bleeding sky that marked that day,
and the warnings I should have seen.
So is it strange of me to ask that my closure be orange?
I don't think those orange roses did us justice.
For now, I'll settle with the idea of you.
YOU ARE READING
The Unfinished
Poetry"Justice to my words." The unsaid thoughts that bloom feverishly. An ongoing journey of one person's love and her reflections as time passes.
