you tell people your favourite colour was pink,
a blush shade at that,
but I saw how you gravitated towards brown,
warm earthy tones.
they matched your welcoming smile and comforting laugh.

I was never a fan of brown till I met you,
but I saw how the cold colour could melt in the sun,
how your eyes turned effortlessly into spheres of honey,
how your hair shone.

you were my sun,
and lately I’ve been living in the night,
with only the moon for company,
she’s much colder than you,
and I miss your brown hues.

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