green
the fresh cut grass
you sit on when his hand brushes yours
sending shivers up your spine
black
the shirt he wore
the last time you saw him
brown
the eyes that meet yours
when he speaks his beautiful words
words of red.
words you don't hear him say,
that hit you worse than the ones he has.
blue
the color that suffocates you now.
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poems about james
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