there are
many
versions
of
you.
i miss them
fleetingly
at times—
stain-glass
colors
of nostalgia
cast
deeply
through
me.
pale blue
&
cautious;
kiss me
first,
slow
as autumn
turns.
rich red
&
passionate;
brazen
summer
dances,
dusk-cloaked
nights.
murky brown
&
guilty regret.
dark green
&
sweet;
smells brisk
as winter wind,
requires me
to know
of
more,
say
good-bye
to future.
sharp yellow
&
lust.
dark navy
&
loss,
prickling
heavy with
deep
poignancy.
my window
shifts,
the colors
have not
yet
finished
coming.
i open
my arms,
beg them
tread
softly—
glass windows
break easy.
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