The wind was sharper this close to the water. Hands trembling, Astrid hurried to zip her jacket before the ride operator checked her seatbelt. She wished her tremors had more to do with the chill in ... [+]
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