Color Theory

Linguistics tells us that

The first color humans name

Is always black;

Last to be named is blue

I have never felt fully real

Never more than a character

An actor in my life's play

Except for when I cry

So perhaps my tears

Would have been black

When I was young and whole

Fading with time to blue

Never clear, never wholly gone

But with time and trauma

The pigment is diluted until

It turned pastel, milky-blue

Studies show the second-to-last

Color to be named is orange

A vibrancy humans see clearly

But steadfastly refuse to acknowledge

Would my blue tears glisten orange

In the fading light of a matching sunset

Both of us natural yet ignored

Both of us fading to nothing