Sometimes I dream in black and white,
You were there in full color
You scratching your chin
While you scratched your way into my mind
And bit at my core like a juicy apple
(With its juice as sweet as your kind words).
You were like a flash of lightning,
A crackle to my spine that leaves me shaking
A sadness of what was us,
As I look to the road ahead
And to the patches of color that I hope lay before me.
©2012 Christy Birmingham