I don't remember which I encountered first: Helene Hanff's book, 84 Charing Cross Road, or the Anne Bancroft / Anthony Hopkins movie of the same name. All I know is that decades later the title's ... [+]
Red, orange, and blue.
Those were the colors
I saw the world in.
Red for the anger
I’d paint with
when I saw you.
Orange for the fear
I breathed in
when you looked at me.
Blue for the misery
I drowned in
when I finally cried.
Then one day
I stopped
seeing those colors.
It was the day
you sat by me.
Anger, fear, misery.
I felt it
all at once
then not at all.
You were made
of more
than three colors.
And I realized
I didn’t have to be
either
Those were the colors
I saw the world in.
Red for the anger
I’d paint with
when I saw you.
Orange for the fear
I breathed in
when you looked at me.
Blue for the misery
I drowned in
when I finally cried.
Then one day
I stopped
seeing those colors.
It was the day
you sat by me.
Anger, fear, misery.
I felt it
all at once
then not at all.
You were made
of more
than three colors.
And I realized
I didn’t have to be
either