PRISM OF LIFE

PRISM OF LIFE

You asked me what

I was writing

On a blank page

It was you when my eyes adjusted

To the bright

White.

You wore a dress and

I was nervous

On our first date

It was easy

To fall in love with the girl wearing

Red.

You teased me because

I was awful

On a punk stage in a sticky basement

It was before my bank job but for you I wanted

To put away my out-of-tune guitar of sunburst

Orange.

You looked at me like

I was yours

On a blacktop in the city

It was a flower and you wanted me

To leave it between the pages we wrote our vows and stained them

Yellow.

You picked the house

I was happy

On a folding chair in the yard

It was our brindle rescue who put his chin on my knee

To tell me we all were happy, shoeless, grass staining our feet

Green.

You fought with me

I was right

On paper but not in spirit

It was hard for me

To apologize and watch you cry tears that sparkled your eyes

Blue.

You were scared

I tried being strong

On the chair beside the uncomfortable bed

It was an illuminated X-ray that came

To tell us the ending in a hospital room glowing

Indigo.

You were pale

I was destroyed

On a pew beside your open casket

It was supposed

to be a sunflower; I told them you wanted a sunflower; you were my sunflower...but they put in the casket a

Violet.

You are gone

I am here

On a dark night, I can’t write

It if you will never again proofread, so I close the notebook and stare, waiting, as my eyes are adjusting

To the unrelenting

Black.