I once asked the person who knew me the best: 'If I was a color, what color would I be?' A silly question not meriting a thoughtful response. I never forgot their answer.

Here's a poem about it:



Blue.

Blue is the color of comfort,

The sky and your eyes and the rain.

And blue is the color associated,

with how you make me feel on some days.

But like blue I can see you as frozen,

As cold and as distantly gone.

And like blue, you can distantly haunt me,

Ever near to me yet ever gone.



Bluish gray if I want to be more specific,

Because gray makes me think of your mind.

Always...