I have visited these memories of ours, time and again.
Each time, I rationalized and retold this story
to me, to others, and to an absent you.
And with retelling, you have morphed into a one-dimensional shadow,
a shell of a person and me a lost dimension, a monotone.
I am blue, it has swallowed the spectrum of everything I was.
I was red, beautiful, and naive.
Affections turned to despair, like wilting red roses, all blue.
But, I have stayed away from the crimson for too long.
It took me years to see, the one truly lost,
the one truly absent was me.
The one I missed was the marooned me,
If I see that shell of me, I would look into her eyes and say,
today I have decided to let go of the hurt you caused me.
I will not long for you furthermore.
I have seen shades of green, yellow, and lilac,
so I do not wish to be either red or blue anymore.
