Lavender sun, velvet living.

I’m screaming in vermillion

And ordering in chartreuse.

 

Black and white mocha, please

With an extra shot

Of Dopamine, please;

with an extra shot

Of estranged metaphor, please;

 

With an extra shot. Boom.

 

Explosion.

My world is awash

In the colors you’d be for me

Kaleidoscopic memories of confetti

Isn’t it all so pretty?

 

and then I look down.

 

My vibrantly named cup

is still filled with muddy, brown dreams,

 

And the azure tears

That you left me with

Still taste like salt.