Orange
Tarah loved yellow,
the bright yellow of the sun
the stars and bumblebees.
She would paste pictures
of gaudy hues on our wall.
But I? Nary a kind thought
for the tacky colour.
It lit a fire in my soul.
And every poster she posted,
I would tear down with speed.
Year after year we fought,
on paint, on clothes,
garden flowers and candles,
Writing over each other’s ink.
On the day of our divorce,
I had not much to say.
She wore a yellow dress.
I thought she looked better in red
guess it’s too damn hard to make orange.Raven Murzinski
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