IN PINK

I bought rose-colored glasses yesterday.
Today, I gaze out from the tops of cellophane pink plastic
and there is a certain newness to the world,
a filter of optimism.
The clouds are pink. Puffy, cumulus pink.
Today is the first day that feels like spring.
Fake winter is over. Fake glasses are in.
I watch birds fly in pink.
I watch my hometown pass before my eyes in pink.
I fear death in pink.
I laugh louder in pink.
I watch you laugh (in my head) in pink.
I love you forever in pink,
I think.

I bought rose-colored glasses yesterday.
A cliche.
A stupid idiom.
Two frames of soft blush
to see my heart in truth.
I’m never leaving you in pink.
I’m still waiting for you in pink.
This world is still ours,
still blushing alive,
in time
in love
in pink.

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