He asked me, what is your favorite color?
And I looked at him, and words filled my heart. I wanted to say
Purple; like the light bruises beneath your eyes. A shaded lavender of midnight thoughts.
You haven’t been sleeping, have you – you know you could call and I’d pick up, no matter the hour; I would tell you stories until your mind gave you rest. I would, for you…
Or green. When your eyes catch the sunlight and turn into a golden gaze, flecked with voiceless words, and my knees tremble. I wish I could fold that look into an envelope; carry it in my pocket, take it out to save me from my tears. Or maybe
Black. Like your hair. The curls I have to stop myself from tucking behind your ears; I hold my own hand to keep still.
your voice is edged in silver. I think your laugh is yellow, love; when you cried and I took your hand, it was turquoise, a cloud of weighty blue, and I wanted nothing more than to stay with you and your electric touch. I could dry your tears if you would let me, pools of cobalt in my hands.
But you are still looking at me from across the table, and I smile.
I’m not sure, I say. Orange is nice, I guess.
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