For You

Red to Me

To the you who had to let go and move into a greater transition of life. Don't lose the hope and promises you have kept sternly in your heart.

Today I look upon the end of another day just like the rest before,
stare across the sky into the crimson shades that have come to implore,
my attention and my gaze to be transfixed upon their mesmerizing points,
bring me back to memories that send shivers through my idle joints.
To that year, that thought, those words, I have wrought, will always be, red to me.

With years behind me I had come to the place where I had seemed to lose,
the most of what my heart had held, within its chambers did it choose,
to beat, and beat, for all the small and simple things it saw each day,
within all imperfections came forgiveness, in hurts and pains it chose to stay.
To the one, to never compare, to remain, to be fair, will always be, red to me.

Standing silently in front of who I knew would hold my hand for years,
speaking without any words we addressed all our doubts and fears,
within the lingering stares that we would keep in each of these infinities,
your eyes have always captured me in the bounds of our vicinities.
Your words, your movements, your smiles, I've felt so fluent, will always be, red to me.

I remember the hue perfectly as I looked upon your fading face,
hidden behind brightened lines on a platform where we would last embrace,
your scarf fluttered to the tune of the wind as soft spoken words emerge,
bringing histories of our love to me, how we had first converged.
That day, that dress, that scarf, I do address, will always be, red to me.

Your love will always be, the deepest, the nearest, the clearest, the dearest,
red to me.