her top was yellow;
the same as my socks.
i noted that in my mind as fate.
reluctant to argue with divine intervention,
i told her that yellow was my favourite colour,
not necessarily a lie, but rather a brand new truth.
she smiled, and told me she liked baby blue;
the colour of my shirt.
our first child was given a green blanket by an aunt.
purely coincidence, i thought, or maybe this really was fate.
it was my new favourite colour.
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 1:21 PM UTC
her top was yellow;
the same as my socks.
i noted that in my mind as fate.
reluctant to argue with divine intervention,
i told her that yellow was my favourite colour,
not necessarily a lie, but rather a brand new truth.
she smiled, and told me she liked baby blue;
the colour of my shirt.
our first child was given a green blanket by an aunt.
purely coincidence, i thought, or maybe this really was fate.
it was my new favourite colour.
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