Colors have new meaning
since the end of you
My favorite always yellow
is stained by the last breath you drew
Yellow once meant sunshine
when the season changed to fall
now it is the color of your skin and eyes
I think not the death of summer
but instead your suffering
Yellow was the stain on your teeth
one last cigarette
Because smoking meant more to you
than not being dead
Now I have a bag at home and
your bones are the contents inside
The bones sit there
in the dark
but I know
that they are yellow too