A thousand wishes
Reminiscent of dresses
Hung in the closet
Of a studio apartment
On her half while his
Held suits and slacks
And black dread where the
Colorblind saw comfort
On the elevator up
There’s glass between
You and the city
While you rise
Each little street
Divides itself to
The horizon growing
Pink with sunset lines
Wisp of the scent
Mist of the bent
Rays of light as
Particles
This couple eloped
They couldn’t see
But stoked frostfire
Of every evening
With the dread of
Tomorrow loving
Lessons from yesterday
Like the mirror in between
Their racks
Separated by the fact
That she was vibrant
And he wasn’t
It was the holes
In the walls she couldn’t
See that concerned him
So entirely
Black of secrets and
Greys of dismay
More than what stitches
Seams of her sweaters
Like the sky was green
And ever swirling
With a void craving
Consumption of knowing
Onthology her passion
Even if his wasn’t resonant
She tried to paint what
He saw
Tried to match the
Holes in the walls
That weren’t
The windows
When he didn’t worry
He stared at the streets
On the way from work
Or getting groceries
Enthralled by the shades
Of green so pervasive
When set as the backdrop
For his happy little life
So she would put on a new color
“Anything you wish”
She said and was disappointed
When she heard “black” from him
Were it a beauty misused
Or a foreboding optimism
Let loose
That it shook the color apart
Clouds in the sky
But it wouldn’t rain to him
Even as she crawled into
Bed with book and drink
He’d sit in solace at the window
And only think
Of all the things that are
Wrong
Missing all the wishing
That she had done
To be with him
And him alone
In the end was it worth it
If she could save him
It might be but right now
Is not the most colorful
He played to the tunes
Of reduced music
Stark whites were sown
Into the wallpaper
Yet she could always see
It as yellow
Not skipping a beat
And trying to make meadows
That her beloved could see
So consumed was he
By political worries
And economic gleans
It rarely seemed that he
Was there
But if you ever asked
He’d say he saw it
Playing in the meadows
Of whatever god
Controlled
It
His own meadows of
Cosmic green of envy
Over not knowing what
Color looks like
Broodom nearly helped
Him find it himself
Develop the optics
To find that heaven
For he wished to see
What she did but without
Her eyes he would have
Already been lost
Consume Reality! 