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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