The Colour Red
On a cold autumn day, it’s the colour of her dress blowing in the breeze
When his eyes lock with hers, it’s the colour that comes to the surface of her cheeks
When his palm is pressed softly against her cheek, it’s the colour running rapidly through his veins
When she whispers a timid hello, it’s the colour painted on her heart shaped lips
When she’s laughing with her eyes closed, it’s the colour of a thousand birds singing his favourite lullaby
When his fingertips are drawing shapes on her skin in bed, it’s the colour of the trace his touch leaves behind on her body
And when her breath blows across the nape of his neck, it’s the colour of his heartbeat racing and steadying all at once
When he shouts and walks away, it’s the colour of her pulse as her balled fists pound into the wall
When he doesn’t come home that night, it’s the colour of her chapped nails as she anxiously awaits watching the rising sun
When she sees him dancing with another, it’s the colour that pierces through the cracks of her heart
And when he’s frantically brushing his fingers through his hair, it’s the colour that slowly starts to surround his mind
When she’s packed her bags and stands to leave, it’s the colour that consumes his every direction
And when he’s on his knees begging her to stay, it’s the colour of the tears that run down her cheeks
When she walks away and slams the door behind her, it’s the colour that slowly fades into grey.
Stay lovely x.
A/N: Photo credit to Maria_D on Favim.
