i ran my fingers across the
surface of the felt art i never
colored and i remembered the
urgency when i bought it at

the gas station because i was in
desperate need of a distraction
and maybe if a filled in the
blank spots i could create an

answer between the lines so
then i would know why you
seemed so distant even though
we were sitting so close and

after the pit stop i was faced
with an empty seat and over
whelming feelings and the
walls were closing in and my

heart was swelling and bursting
with angry color and panic
scribbled on my insides leaving
red marks and i was searching

for the green marker and i was
afraid it went between the crack
in the seats or it rolled down the

aisle like the tears rolled down my
face because i had every color with
me and i had everything i wanted

except you

and looking back i realized that
that **** marker and your eyes
didn't just have color in common
i lose them easily just like i lost

my sanity on the bus ride home.