I found out today,
That I live in a black
And White movie. A
True, undeniable classic.

The clouds, the grass,
Everything in shades of
Grey. Without exception,
Everything is monochromatic.

I've walked down the streets
Watching the black and white
Sun set on the black and white
Horizon with no changes in hue.

I've found, though, that through
This one-sided life, I've begun
To see all the details that I
Would have missed in full saturation.

But then, something changed.
Every once in a while, something
Would pop up into my view,
Adding bits of blue and green.

I'm not sure if I like it yet,
He's begun to give me yellows
And lots of red. There is something
Something, messing with my head.

And right now, I'm forced to view
The full spectrum of color,
Dripping out of the sky in momentary
Splashes of bright pigment.

So when the world goes back to being
Grey, I find myself missing the color
That he brings with him when
He visits, even just for a few minutes.

Right now, there is a flower, terribly
Blue, I know, that he has left behind.
Something he has forgotten to take
With him when he goes where ever he goes.

Maybe it was intentional,
Maybe he drips me in chromatic intensity and then
Licks it away because he knows that soon
I'll grow weary of black and white.


And demand him in full technicolor.