Daydreaming

It’s best to let someone talk
when they’re hurting
So I didn’t say much,
I just sat there and
listened to her…

" My thoughts don’t dance when I miss him…
  When we're together  - yes, they do
  They dance, they twirl, they get
  giddy and lose balance…
  But when I miss him
  they seem to retract to the corners,
  reside in the shadows of uninviting places…

    - Is there a color for Hope?
  I saw yellow once
  but it was only a flash…
  I wound up staggered,
  left eddied in its’ residual…

    - I want to have Hope, I just
  don’t know where to grasp…
  Maybe in the summer - yes!
  I’ll see him in the summer…
  Summer is always filled with
  long flowing yellows… "

And with that, there was silence
And eventually…  daybreak
Without changing an expression
her head fell towards the sun
  She was the light
  She was a shadow
She was a neutral state of Beauty
entering daydreams filled with color
desperately detached from
black-n-white.

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