The first thing I noticed about you and fell for, it was the colour of
your eyes. When we were on the dance floor, it was the colour of my twirling
dress. When you held my hand for the first time, it was the colour of the chandelier
in the restaurant. When you made me laugh lifting my spirits from its dungeons, it
was the colour I saw fading from my mood. When time stopped by as we
intertwined our lips, it was the colour of the sky and promises of a happy
future. When you took my breath away asking me to marry you, it was the colour
of the ocean below us and its reflection in my tears.
After our first misunderstanding, because you thought I was lying to
you, it was the colour of my bruises. As I sat for days and nights crying, it
was the colour of the door I pleaded into. While you abused my body night after
night, it was the colour of my numbness. When you asked me to cook for you over a
call with a voice full of kindness, it was the last colour I saw when I
switched on the stove.
‘I’m Writing Bravely for the Write Tribe Festival of Words – March 2019’
