the red in your hoodie matches
the red in my cheeks
when I meet eyes with you:
blue on blue.
you pass, always, without second thought
red hoodie on red paint of red hallway
in a world otherwise without color

she holds his heart in her hands as if it were a sparrow
cupping it gently, so as not to hurt it
careful not to break it’s hollow bones
reminisce of a time past, found in wake of bitter memory
of a time when love was so freely offered

thrown away

forgotten

returned

but not by it’s original sender.
far too long, much too late