Tonight, the sky was blue-green.
It was dark and starry as every other night before, but in the west where the moon had not quite claimed its territory, the sky was a brilliant mix of blue and green.
Teal. I could hear you say it, I could hear your excitement.
A mixture of us, you blue, and I green, a seemingly compatible mix of colors that blend to form one beautiful streak in this night sky that never seemed to end until it faded to black.
Teal, your favorite color, and it used to be mine too. We laughed when we realized it was just another thing we had in common, another coincidental reason we were fated, another reason we were written in the stars.
There were no stars tonight.
The streak wasn't teal. It was Blue-Green. The longer I stared at the sky the more it reminded me of you. Blood in my mouth from biting my cheek too hard as I held back the pain.
The longer I stared at the sky, the more the colors separated until the night became only sort of blue. Kind of green. Barley any color as the moon claimed the rest of the sky. If I stared any longer, I would have bore holes into the fabric of the universe itself, I was trapped, I was rooted to the asphalt, staring at blue-green, fading faster and faster into black.
Your picture faded into black.
Your scent faded into black.
Your voice faded into black.
Your touch faded into black.
I looked down at myself and see I am no longer green, but grey, an absence of color at all, as if I have bled into the ground below me.
I looked at the sky, and the last glint of color was consumed.
I feel cold.
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Remebrance
PoésieA book of poems written by me. Any poem I write will go in this book. Thanks for reading.
