An Abstract Grin

It’d be impossible to paint the smile she had when I told her I liked her, or the nervous laughter right afterwards. The fear and the excitement as we realized what this meant for us. Maybe a turquoise, for the shirts she always wore with a flannel or a hoodie draped over. I suppose I could mix together a chartreuse and a magenta, for the fast beating of my heart as we sung to each other. A baby blue for all the tears we shed while working through our troubles. A maroon brown in the background, to remind me of the day before she left. The small ‘she will be loved’ that I sang quietly as we sat on the sidewalk in our short shorts and our tank tops. The hug that she gave me as we took our different paths would be a light gray. Calm, neutral. Forgiving. still with the possibility to bloom into many colors.