Art Will Survive, Artists Won't

19. querencia

Red is the color the sky was when you told me you loved me.
It is the color of the roses I gave you after your first big play.
It is the color of my lips on our fifth date.
It is the color of the dress you bought me.

Orange is the color the sky was when we first kissed.
It is the color of my kitchen walls when I cooked you breakfast.
It is the color of the cat in a panting I made for you.
It is the color of a flower you picked and gave to me.

Yellow is the color the sky was when we decided to move in together.
It is the color of the umbrella we shared when it rained.
It is the color of your skirt that day we stayed in a hotel downtown.
It is the color of the cover of a book you read to me.

Green is the color the sky was when we adopted a cat together.
It is the color of your sweater that cold autumn day.
It is the color of my couch where we watched countless movies.
It is the color of the leaves of the tree we climbed.

Blue is the color the sky was when we had that fight.
It is the color of your hair the day you dyed it.
It is the color of my eyes you said you could get lost in.
It is the color of the waves when we went to the beach.

Purple is the color the sky was when you left.
It is the color of my pen you borrowed and never gave back.
It is the color of your ukulele when you wrote a song for me.
It is the color of my favorite mug that I let you drink from.

I think of these colors
When I think of you.