Color Me by Numbers

Color me lonely:

New city

New friends

New Orleans.

New people to learn and unlearn

But I can't unlearn my husband,

He's turned.

Turned to pool halls and bar tabs,

Blue chalk and bad habits.

Color me waiting:

I sat, seething, night after night.

Losing hope and gaining spite.

Perched in my nest with a window,

Eyes searching for headlights

Ears expecting sirens.

"Please

Please

Please

Come home."

Color me by temperature:

A woman wronged and heated.

She boils and melts,

Eventually transforms into something new...

It made me empty, wanting to be filled.

Left my heart broken, hoping for repair.

Color my rebellion:

He was perfect.

Just as broken as me

Just as bright and

Just as dark.

A gaze that wouldn't quit.

And so I fell, every second past midnight

Felt like winning a silent battle.

Emblazoned with spite

Like a snake bite.

I sat sipping

Heart stirring.

Ginger tinged glances and

Rum-filled remarks.

So hey you,

Color me by numbers:

Really, that's an invitation.

There's no key to reference

But I think you'll manage.

Lonely wife with a lonely life.

Just about any hue will do.

The waiting turned to wanting.

Temperature cooling down to blue.

Can't tell if the battle's won,

But you want me, and I want you.

I'm sick to death of life like this,

So I'm all yours to imbue.