colors
I remember the curves of your face,
The edges of your smile and your chin
Where the thick bristle of beard hairs
Sat unkempt and untrimmed.
I remember the blues and greens
In your eyes
When you looked at me
Behind the long lashes I envied,
The ones I dreamed our children
Would one day have.
I remember the brown hair
You kept dirty and wild,
Always wondering how long
You could let it grow.
I now memorize the edges
Of your stone,
Curves of
Cold marble that sits
And tingles my fingertips when
I graze them to say hello.
The blues and greens
Now surround you,
From the infinite skies
To the grass that's now
Grown on the mound you
Lie beneath.
The copper browns we see
Now state
Your name,
The dates,
And the words that will forever
Identify who you were
To the world.
I still see you in color,
But the canvases
Had to change.
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