orange

Orange

The first time we met,

It smelled like summer and orange.

We kissed to the tune

Of grass dancing in the wind.

Your touch felt like magic, your fingers cold.

There was something so colorful about you.

I realize now that magic isn't enough,

But I can't bring myself to stop loving you.

Where did your colors go?

I can't stop searching for the you I fell in love with.

Your cold fingers feel so distant now.

Though your lips are still warm, they no longer sing for me.

I miss the smell of orange.