that day

I remember our highs in hues,
Like the color of his eyes 
As the sun was setting;
The pale if his hands in mine
And the blue of his smile.


I remember our sorrows in shades, 
Like the gray of the shadows, 
Which loomed that day, 
And the white in his lie
When he promised to stay. 



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