When we first looked into each other’s eyes, it was the breath I held in, and
the beat that I skipped.
When I almost kissed you at the New Year’s party, it was the colour of the
fireworks and the drink in my hand.
When we talk about nothing in the middle of the night, it’s the colour of
your lips and the shaking of my hands.
When we embrace with every goodbye, each time a little longer than the
last, it’s the mark I want to leave on your body and mind.
When I try to tell you, it’s the lump in my throat and the thickness in the
When you don’t see me for who I truly am, it’s the colour fading in my eyes.
There isn’t any colour when you’re gone.