Take me back

Yellow, black and brown

are the colour of the heads

all looking down.

Yellow, black and brown

are the colours they’d see

if they only look around.

It seems I’m the only one who can still be alone,

the only one who can sit with my thoughts,

and not have to entertain myself

through a phone.

This technicolour universe,

though a blessing,

sometimes feels like a curse.

We used to connect,

we used to converse.

Take me back to black and white.

Give me a roll of film,

or a pen to write.

Read me the newspaper,

or play me a song

from an old record scraper

the kind that are mostly

dead and gone.

I miss people sending postcards,

and visiting book stores.

I miss going out to bars,

and people knocking on doors.

Take me back to when the world

felt whole,

and bright.

Take me back to black and white.