That Day

i remember our highs in hues,
like the color of his eyes
as the sun was setting;
the pale of his hands in mine,
and the blue of his smile.

i remember our sorrows in shades,
like the grey of the shadows,
which loomed that day,
and the white in his lie
when he promised to stay.

p. 45
Love and Misadventure
Lang Leav