trying to begin to explain the color of your eyes
to a group of blind people
in only 26 delicate letters
would be an extremely painful and difficult task

the color of Wednesday afternoon skies
in your old rusty car
telling secrets
palm on palm

or maybe the color of your favorite rain
the cool drizzle that sprinkles onto
your elegant face like a beautiful veil

the color I feel inside
now that you're gone
and you left without saying a word