...sometimes it's jumbled
in colors
we don't understand,
colors we've never even seen before
and the stories change
when we feel like it.
Remembering only what we want.
So tell me your version.
Please
I know it's different from mine
because lions don't lie.
What color did you see?
Do you remember the texture, pattern
of that memory?
Possibly
Maybe
Not
So vivid, vivid
so vivid.
Take me as the one
who warned you that your flame
could not be held.
Take me as the one
who made you smile.
The one
you sang to.
I wanted to listen, but I wasn't the one
and so you've turned me into the
faintest rainbow
and I wonder
wonder,wonder
if that's how you'll
remember me...
