My parents were killed.
I am broken.
I went to the funeral.
My dress is a brushed ivory.

I have not made contact with my friends.
I have not talked to anyone.
The sun brings in gentle light.

I have moved.
School  in the new town began.
I have met many new people.
Everyone smiles gingerly.
I no longer speak at all.
Everyday is the same.
The sky is a pale blue.

I met a boy.
His hair is a pastel yellow.

I talked to him.
He laughed.
It made me smile.
His lips are a faint pink.

He asked me out.
I said yes.
His skin is a soft cream.

He loves me.
I love him.
His eyes are a mellow blue.

We date through high school.
I finally talk again.
I have made friends.
His shirt is a gentle gray.

He asked me to marry him.
I said yes.
The rose on his coat is buttery yellow.

He waits for me.
His hands are a warm cotton.

We take each other.
His ring is bright gold.

It matches mine.

I  kiss him.
I love him.
I am whole again.