"She's a difficult pleasure," I said of my ex-wife. I was standing at the front door of her house, talking to her new partner, Sammy, a woman. My ex-wife, Lily, was not there.
We both took in
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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