remember back when we were little
and we read “The Giver”? that moment
when the world clicks into color? i
always thought that the writing there
was hyperbole, and yet when you
wrapped your arms around me and i
felt myself sob into you it all was back
in HD again. fear and sadness can
hollow one out, stripping the color from
the world like a stain from the table and
yet, sometimes, all it takes is a little human
touch and it’s all technicolored again.
it burned, the color, it had been so long
but it was worth it
