The brown of the coffee that matches your eyes
The slate of the ruins; ashes from this fire
The orange and reds of that Montreal sky
The flush in our cheeks as we say our goodbyes
The blue in how I think of you every day
Lavender under-eyes when I’d stay up to pray
for the green of the grass that just grows on your side
to finally sprout in this scarlet heart of mine
The grey in the way I would say I’m okay
That pale, vacant pause; you don‘t ask me to stay
Our burning, black love that just crackles and fades
That bright, golden glow that I know will remain
The grey
