her soul was a color only i could remember

Her heart was a harmonious red

It was the color of the burning sun that rose that morning

It was the color of the leaves of the flaming tree outside of her window

It was the color of the cardinal that had landed on her windowsill

His blazing chest the color of pyrope garnet

It was the color of the crimson rose we had watched blossom together

The one that never made it to the end of spring—

It was the color of her cheeks after laughing like no tomorrow 

It was the color of the felicity caught in the frames of our photographs

It was the color of memories, of the old bandages smeared with our blood

We thought our tale would be one of joie de vivre, of eternal gaiety

It was the color of the heart of the girl that I had left behind

her heart was a color i remembered.

Her hair was an ardent orange

It was the aftertaste from an unripe apricot

It was the color of the fresh cantaloupe she picked in the summertime

It was the color of the salmon that never made it upstream

It was the color of the pelagic coral that lost its alluring titian glow

It was the color of our masquerade masks as we danced, forevermore

It was the color of the alstroemerias she kept in her house

Her hair was a sweet auburn; the color of old amber

Echoing the deep glow of the sun like a sphalerite gem

her hair was a color i could not forget.

Her hands were a reminiscent yellow

They were the color of a dragon’s golden scales

They were the color of her cymophane bracelet she never took off

They were the color of the lemon tree that thrived in her backyard

They were the bursts of halcyon in the heart of a plumeria

They were the color of the buttercream of the cupcakes we had shared

They were the color of the honey and the butterscotch pudding

They were the color of the sun she bathed in down by the garden

They were the gold that reflected off her eyes when she smiled at me

They were the color of the ambrosia as she laughed with the gods

They were the color of my long auricomous hair as they laid in her grasp

She always held a pusillanimous guilt in her hands, I never did know why

her hands were a color that stained my own.

Her eyes were a luminous green

They were the color of the beryl envy that twisted her entire being

They were the color of the regrets that she never forgot

They were the color of the endless viridescent fields of wishes

The ones covered in clovers, though we were never one for luck

They were the color that she only saw in her dreams

They were the color of the pale willow green of the whispering wind

They were the color of the voice that pulled her to the sea that day

They were the color of the overgrown verdigris jungle that I see in her

Her eyes were made of lachrymose idocrase

The ones that shine like pale prasiolite in the light

her eyes were a color that i could not understand.

Her voice was a euphonious blue

It was the saxe of the sky that she swam in

It was the lapis lazuli of the sea that she flew in

It was the morning glories and irises that she picked at the crack of dawn

It was the loving way she looked into my aquamarine eyes

It was the color of the downcast weather the day everything went wrong

I had hoped that day would end sooner, now I wish it never ended at all

It was the color of the droplets that dripped down her father’s face

It was the color of the rain that drenched us to the bone that day

It was the color of the ceremonial cerulean of her flowing dress 

The one that she took from the back of my indigo closet

It was the color of her laugh as she danced on the horizon

It held the monotonous fear that was never too far behind

We never meant to go that far that day

her voice was a color i could not explain.

Her soul was an abyssal purple

It was the color of bruises that covered her knees from racing on the beach

It was the violet of her innermost sorrows, the ones she’d only voiced to me

It was the periwinkle of my thoughts of her that crowded my mind

It was the mauve of the gradually rising music that meant more words

It was the color of the haunting violin that echoed off the clouds

Her soul was the lilacs and the lavenders and the forget-me-nots 

The gleaming petals of the flowers I left at her grave

It was the amethyst tears that clouded my vision and my breath

It was the color of the hopeless waves that washed against the shore. 

It was the color of the dolefully empty feeling in my chest 

It was the amaranthine that swallowed me as I stepped into the foam

It was the last color I remembered as I joined her

her soul was a color only i could remember