When you dip her in the middle of
the dance
floor, it is the
color of her
dress.
When she whispers in your
ear, it is
the color of
her lips.
When you make love,
it is the trace
you want her
to leave all over your
body.
When she places her palm over
your
heart,
it is the color that come
to the
surface as
her fingertips trail like a
sentence that
can never be finished.
When you see her in your
bedroom
with
another, it is the
color of your
breath.
When you smash the vase in the
hall,
it is the color that
threatens you to
abandon the
shattered pieces.
when you scream at the top of
your
lungs,
it is the color that
pierces the
atmosphere.
When she hears you,
it is the color
of her
pulse.
When you look into her eyes for
the
last
time, it is the
fading color of
your heart
falling to your knees.
It is not the color you see when
she
leaves.