When you dip her in the middle of the dance
floor, it is the color of her dress, when she
whispers in your ear it is the trace you want
her to leave all over your body when she
places her palm over your heart, it is the
color that comes to the surface as her
fingertips trail like a sentence that can never be finished
when you see her in your bedroom with another
it is the color of your breath when you smash the vase in the hall
it is the color that threatens you to abandonthe shattered pieces
when you scream at the top of your lungs it is the color that pierces the atmosphere
when she hears you it is the
color of her pulse when you look in her eyes
for the last time it is the fading color of your heart falling to your knees
it is not the color you see when she leaves.
