I’d paint May in technicolor
but use more colors
than Heaven would allow.
For her, everything is see-through.
I’ve kept my thoughts distant
from the boughs of heart melts.
Before May left with April,
she immersed me with eyes of redemption.
I’ve learned to live,
but not without her.
I scan for May at sunrise,
but she’s just the noise
in the back of my mind.
I reminisce about the growth
time had spared us
only to find it’s me
I see when she’s
an emotional kaleidoscope.
Banging at the door startled me upright.
I edged, each step closer than before. “Who is it?”
“It’s me, you idiot,” May said.
I opened the door. “Before you ask, I’ve been peeling onions.”
May grinned and gave me a flirtatious wink,
walking past me as if nothing had happened.
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