'Color' by Reagan Greenwood

Color
By Reagan Greenwood
 
Red.
The color of the car and of the street,
where our lips met for the first time.
 
Red.
The color that rushed and flooded your cheeks
when you got caught staring too.

Red.
The color of roses you bought one week,
for no reason except for love.
 
Red.
The color of your hair – disorderly
framing each angle of your face.
 
Red.
The color I associate with you.
The color that I miss, along with you.
 
Edited by Emily Chance