Don’t paint my smile in blue.
That’s not how I think of you.
Sad tokens of things left unsaid
like dust underneath a bed.
No, that’s not my way
It’s cleaning day.
Don’t paint my smile in yellow.
I’m not a forgetting fellow.
Not one to shrug off all memory
of loss and lessons learned.
The letting go burned,
but more like a candle.
Don’t paint my smile in black.
My hearts is not a tack.
Barbed lips pressed in judgment.
Dark clouds that refuse to cry.
It’s not forgetting,to say goodbye.