Yellow, not like “Red” or “Blue” but I needed all of the primary colors, and thus the circle is completeMature

Yellow
reminds me
of the sun
falling below
the mountains
walking up
a dead road
and crawling through
graffiti walls
and pebble trails
yellow
the joy
and warmth
erupting
between my ribcage
yellow
the bright light bulb
overhead
as you laugh
at a silly card game
yellow
the shirt
you changed into
cause the first
was “ruined”,
yellow
the floor
where we first
met-
scuffed
and full
of other people
yellow
the door
I had to open
when you
were locked out,
yellow
the color I think of
because
“she guessed my
favorite color
‘yellow!’
my favorite color
is blue,
but she was
so excited
that I said
yes-
and I haven’t seen
yellow the same
since.”
yellow
they tell you
is a happy color
and you can’t help
but agree.

The End

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