a favorite color

A DESCRIPTION OF BLUE:

the color of your eyes

is the most obvious place to begin 

but also my place of healing

we call it ocean

       and the atmosphere on a barren summer

       day

and my favorite nail polish

      you know, the one that helps build up a little confidence

also   the shirt you wear to church a lot

 and handicap signs

       painter’s tape

       the little boy’s section of every department store

my brother’s favorite color (probably)

   another word for sad     (why is that?)

probably my favorite color, too

             how my heart feels most of the time

yellow

You said you didn't know me anymore and i cried myself to sleep that night.

Even though we've moved on, i still miss our old times together.
London, it was a place you couldn't stop talking about, along with the undefined 'someday'.
Lemonade-stands were synonymous with your childhood and mistakes.
Ocean waves loved to chase your anxieties away; you were always in the ocean.
Where are you now? Who laughs with you now? Who knows you inside and out now?

BONUS:
my memories of you don't hurt anymore.
thank you for leaving.
new souls have filled your old room in my heart.
that's okay.
i hope life is treating you well.

blue

Bananas were your least favorite fruit, i agreed with you.
Lime green was your favorite color, i never understood why.
Umbrellas, you told me, were completely unnecessary and incredibly lame.
English was your least favorite subject in school, and honestly i wondered how we made it as far as we did.