Colors


She said that yellow
wasn't her happy color.
When she said it,
her eyes squinted in disbelief
that anyone would
say that it was.

In fact,
to her it was nonexistent.
She always said
that yellow was used
for when people faked happiness.

So, I asked her
what her happiness was.
She looked at me with
wide eyes and smile plastered
from ear to ear as if
she were about to tell a tall tale.

"Forest Green and Sky Blue"
It's been three years
of seeing forest green and sky blue differently.
Eventually as time went on,
I too became her
forest green and sky blue.

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