your favorite colour was blue,
and if i remember it correctly, it probably still is.
unless someone's come around to make you like green,
or teal,
but i remember you telling me the day we met
'my favorite colour is blue,
but not dark blue,
blue like the sky.'

and i remembered that because i knew
blue like your eyes.
blue like the veins in your skin.

i still remember your birthday like it was yesterday.
i remember thanksgiving when you told me what you thought was the greatest news you'd ever receive.
i remember laughing over a movie about farts with you,
i remember you.

and then something happened.