I remember your shades of blue,
just like you wore your favorite jeans.
How could you love a yellow in me,
out of thousands of beautiful hues out there?

It hits me, and the memories start.
Car rides out of town,
fast food for supper,
your obsession over ice sweet tea and your favorite local sports team,
breakfast I made,
walking in the rain with my yellow coat while you soaking wet,
or when you promised to take me to your fave martabak parlor.
Or when our friends tried to pair us every time. No.
We haven't been there yet, have we?

You were surprised by how I love fries dipped in a mcflurry,
but then you loved it.
Countless midnight we breathe each other jokes,
or when you told me about your future you worried.
About promises, we are going to break.
Twice, I loved and love two souls.

You gave me your love and I let them die.
In between ice cream and books and your sweet disposition,
I did awful things, didn't I?
We haven't spoken since I went away.
Twice, and you are still there.

They said you will fall in love until it hurts, or bleeds,
or fades in time.
But I wish you knew that
I'd never forget you as long as I'd live.