If I stare hard enough, there is only the vibrant color of your face
and eyes played out against a gray background. The edges of your blonde head
are touched by a light smoke, as the surroundings turn pale and dark,
losing their color to becoming different shades of black and white.
the lively hue of your skin, and your shimmering blue eyes
protested against the collapsing contrast, holding steady
refusing to be overtaken.
My worst dreams were the ones where the the color runs away
from you and you become just like everything else.
The ones where you stop fighting and as you walk away
you become enveloped
by white and black
your purple dress fading to a midnight hue.
warm ocean eyes to cold charcoal.
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