Saturday evening,
I wondered what color to paint my nails.
I asked for your pick.
You were out,
taking bourbon shots with your friends.
You replied,
my favorite color.
I searched every cabinet,
moved bottles aside,
looking for that perfect shade.
One by one,
I painted them flawless.
Deep blue.
Blue as the wildest oceans,
as the darkest skies,
as the deepest thoughts.
I waited for you to come home.
Like a teenage girl fresh in love,
I waited,
just so I could show you
your favorite color.
But you never came home.
Monday came
with its own blues.
And somehow,
my blue didn’t feel like blue anymore.
All through the week,
I was reminded of you
every time I saw that deep blue.
I painted my nails
in your favorite color.
But you never came home.
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