It was the kind of dark
your eyes couldn't adjust to, no matter how hard you squinted.
At times you'd accept it, most times you'd wonder if you'd ever see colour again.
Then,
without you even really noticing, you saw blue,
and gold in the strands of his hair and red in the relief of your soul when you realized that life
was bright once more.
(d.c.l)
YOU ARE READING
The Process
Poesíathese are the words that pulsed through your lips the very first time they kissed you
