I think my favorite color is green
because green is never bad.
Green means go. Or safe. Or eco-friendly.
Because when I think of green,
I’m laying down
in a great big field of tall grass -
You know, the kind of grass
that molds itself into a bed around you
when you lay in it - the kind
you see in cute cartoon movies.
Or, I picture a big, BIG bamboo grove
that just goes up, up, up.
It was a love I took for granted –
I naïvely thought our bond was unbreakable,
Eternal.
I looked at her today
And realized I no longer loved her,
She had changed too much –
McChickens were a dollar eighty-five.
Perhaps I’ve changed too.
Eighty-five cents might seem like
A tiny, miniscule difference.
Perhaps, an onlooker might say,
If our love were true,
We would not only conquer this change,
But even learn to embrace it.
But in the end,
True love is all about the little things.
It was a tearful break-up,
Sadder because no one was to blame.
We were simply victims of inevitable change.
We vowed to stay friends,
Both knowing things would never be the same.
I thought of simpler times –
Scrounging for cup holder change
During 5 AM drive-throughs –
And wished for just a moment
That we were still young and in love.
Sometimes, I’ll go outside
All by myself to sit down
On a random patch of grass
And just watch people pass.
I like to make up stories
About their lives, thinking
Of their hobbies and how
They enjoy their spare time.
Today, I saw an old couple
Strolling past, hand in hand,
Him in a gray coat and hat,
Her in a bright yellow jacket.
Words weren’t necessary.
They smiled and silently
Thought the same thought:
We should take more walks.
I decided that she
Teaches history in college
And that he
Makes amazing lasagna.
