I
She made me feel old
with her wrinkle free skin
and new ideas shaded
in a citrus yellow.
She made my thoughts seem
a violet tinted black.
II
(B)lack as in a lack of light;
lack of colour; lack of life.
I hate blackness. It hides
my fingers from my eyes;
blackness lets my mind
wander into the furthest corner
of the room and sit quietly -
unseen.
(B)lack is a void where
youth is forgotten
and where I stand
as she plaits laughter
through her blonde hair.
III
Through aged eyes,
I watch her turn into me.

I love reading you. Laney



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