red was hers
i suppose it suited her
red is strong and confident
i could have any other color
dreamy blue
lush green
sunny orange
joyful yellow
just not red
it was hers
she wore it, adorned with it, breathed it
red
that was fine
i didn’t want it anyway
it didn’t really suit me then
i was a passive pink
i moved on
so did she
years flew by
filled with colors
a kaleidoscope
of experiences
i grew up
blossomed
became more of myself
and imagine my surprise
when i found myself
flirting
with red
i wore it, adorned with it
and sometimes . . .
i breathed it too
i think the time has come
to open up
and admit to her
that after all these years
i’m in love
with what i believed
belonged only to her:
the strong, confident color
red
