autumn leaves,
the color
of the shirt
you left at my house.
unruly oceans,
the color
of your eyes.
hazy smoke,
the color
of the days we spent
together.
a night sky,
flecked here and there
with stars,
the color we made.
YOU ARE READING
What I never said
PoetryI sat down and tried to write all that I wanted to say to you. For hours, I stared at a blank paper, Until finally, I rewrote our story. I guess what I really want is to ask you to never forget me
