Color.
A smooth, buttery blur of color.
Light, pastel gray of the scorching pavement, accented by dark, stormy spots where it's wet.
The shocking, ice blue of the cool water
The sunny warmth on my back was a yellow feeling
The grass a pleasant shade of deep green.
Your tanned, cinnamon skin, pressed against mine, your elegant hand slipped into my own.
Your short, boyish hair, wet from the pool, dark, walnut curls capturing my heart.
Colors.
Your amber eyes steaked with chocolate and caramel hues, staring into mine.
The feelings you gave me, happy pink and excited red
You listened to me, you told me I was beautiful that day by the pool.
I can't stop picturing this scene, over and over,
remembering, reremembering, and rereremembering

the colors of you