The sky on an unclouded day
The colour of his eyes when he turned away
The colour of the ocean
And the sea
The colour that's buried
Inside of me
The colour of that hat
The one he always wore
And the candle that he liked to
Burn
Making the room smell of berries
The colour of that heart
We graffitied on the wall
As though we knew it would end
The tinge to my fingers
As I walk home alone
Cold wind blowing
Gloves forgotten
Or not wanted
The streak in my hair
That now I'll have to recolour
What used to be my favourite
Colour
Until he stole it
From me
Because now
Every time I see that colour
I think of
Him
