Coloring outside the lines

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.