No color but red lips and luminescent green eyes.
My hair flowed into my golden corset dress,
into my pale legs,
to my golden heels,
they weren't my favorite heels, but they were small,
and you were rather short.
The black hair
you spent hours styling
lay across your face just right.
Black, skin tight jeans hooked
to a plethora of belts, buckles and chains,
complimented by the black and blue shoes you kept
religiously clean.
A checkered, black and blue button-up
with a black and blue scarf laced carefully around your neck.
You carried a complicated satchel by your side so that I could be handsfree
You told me I looked beautiful,
as you fidgeted with the
skull ring I gave you so long ago...
Us against the world,
trailing behind the rest,
Waltzing down the city's streets
arm in arm
clutching a black umbrella
as the rain came rushing down around us.
The neon lights of New York
creating reflective neon pools along
the grungy streets.
Thunder in the distance
and lightning
snapping across the sky.
What a beautiful night,
for perfect seats at WICKED.
What a beautiful night,
for a sushi dinner.
What a beautiful night,
to forget how sick we were,
or why I was mad at you,
or why you were mad at me,
what a perfect night,
to put the umbrella down
and let the storm take over
for a memory
of a time
when we still knew each other.
What a perfect night,
to end our friendship.
