Yellow Used to be a Joyous Color

Abundantly joyful.

Standing in shoes that were new,

I used to run too.

But yellow faded.

You hated leather,

Except you still thought that Heather could be a warm muse,

muted.

I watched you stand in the cracks we formed back when orange was a flavor we thought we knew,

Till we ate it.

You sipped from mine too,

Until my chalice lost its golden hue.

Now I hide out of view watching hours turn violet.

I already proved it but darkness ain’t made for silence.