Kaleidoscopic

R ed was the color of her hair, my daughter

E lizabeth, named for my friend and

D reamed of, something to piece together later

B lue was the color of his lack of compromise

L ost in his own wasteland,

U nable to see past other women, prideful of his

E xceptional gift, except in emotion

P urple is the color

U sed when a wound becomes a bruise

R andomly placed on the body

P assionately

L eaving a kiss of what was, could have been

E ven when we knew it was done