How many colors does it take to relive a memory?

I think of you in colors these days.

I loved you in light hues of golden and how they filtered through the blinds and turned pink against your body.

You looked at me in dark shades of brown,
right after you sang me your favorite song and right before you told me "I hate you".
All in same breath.

Nothing was ever black and white.

So somedays I miss you in greys..of the highways you drove your quiet resentment on.

The world around me is slowly turning into a daunting contrast.
Each tint turns a threat.

How many colors does it take to forget a memory?
Perhaps.. a monotone land.