and i was in love with .grey.

it was grey to begin with

graceful gradients of grey

cooing like a dove

peaceful and smooth and even and calm

and i was in love with grey

til you showed up with your colors

rose` pinks and golds and greens and blues

tints and tones, tinges and hues

bursting in like music, like a symphony of light

and i was in love with color

the rain, it fell, like it always did

clear and calming and cold

i noticed its magic for the first time

secrets that held from stories of old

what color is the rain?

and the clouds and wind, they

whispered sweet songs of

patience and time without color,

for it is easy to love in the dark

but beautiful to share love with another

and the moment you stepped

foot into my life, I

saw the colors and knew

they splashed through my waters

and sparkled with the beauty of you

shades of blushing crepe pink erupted

from the rosy apples of your cheeks and

i learned that pink is loveliness

and i was in love with pink

shards of piercing cerulean neptune shone in

the vast, electric ocean-passion that is your celestial eyes and

i knew that blue, blue is my heaven

and i was in love with blue

tints of lustery, aeneous gold and sage and emerald green trickled from

your laughter, deep and warm and earthy, and

i decided that green is home

and i was in love with green

beams of sepia-washed sunshine dripped off

your adoring fingers, brushing against me in

creamy honeys and lemons and tuscan suns and xanthic love

i felt that yellow is joy

and i was in love with yellow

embers of sparking, fiery cherry wine spread from

your heart to mine, in deep consuming flames of crimson

the sweet, scarlet burning of longing engulfed me

i discovered that red is passion

and i was in love with red

the colors grew and expanded with my

love for you. colors i could not name

with our love, they grew brighter

and i was in love just the same

i loved and lived within your shades and tints and hues and tones

i breathed until your colors left. with you.

you took them all. you stripped all the rainbows we’d sewn.

a shadow, a phantom of colors that used to be, empty to never be whole

a shell of a canvas. lost in black and grey and white

and i was in love with colors you stole

i sink in washes of my grey, a ghost in murky smoke

dwell in cinders of charcoal tinctures. ash and mist, i have forgotten the colors.

the ones that rose in light when you spoke.

drowned back into the same dimness of

me before you.

and i was in love with a memory

and so. it was grey to begin with

graceful gradients of grey

steadfast and timeless and passionless

in this silvery shade it will stay

deep calls to deep. echoes reverbrate beautiful hues

of a volcano’s afterglow, the calm before a sea-born storm, the tears for stolen sorrows

far from the memory, fallen in my thundery clouds

that cling to the colors of you

stand in my fallen shades, watch yours decay

grey it began. and so it remains.

and i was in love with grey.