Primary colors

I remember entering your room and having my awareness go through a shock treatment. Posters everywhere. Paintings stuck like stick notes, copies of your poems burnt from the edges, photographs of flowers in your hand, places you'd been, people you loved in frames. And in between this chaotic mess the indigo blue paint bled out of the wall. 

A year has passed and the colors have changed to yellow. you find solace in the words of other poets, you need stick notes to remind you of details you miss in your busy day, your fairy lights have replaced the quiet cloudy filtered sunlight, Polaroids of loved ones are a necessary reminder to breathe. And in this mess, somewhere the blue wall hides itself, unnoticeable.