Red

I paint my nails red when nostalgia pulls the invisible threads from you to me

My heart sheds blue tears in your absence

Green is the color of wind, sweet reminder of the grass when your head rested in my lap

And colorless is the rest of the world, void, empty, meaningless without you

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