A letter about how memory shades our idea of the past, alluding to colors and filters that shape how we might remember a time or event.
Yellow is the color of faded images
Colors sipped away by the sun
Pink is the color of faded memories
Soft glowing haze obscuring the past
Crackling stereo of faded recordings
Records that played a time long ago
How I try to hold on—
Indentations in my mind.
How you left prints on my soul
Your touch, your smell
Still haunt me in the night
Sitting under a blanket
Of solitude, your memory
Wrapped up with me.
Can I hold you? For how long?
Slip, into the abyss
They say that experiences
Last a lifetime, and
My memory of you
Remnants, of what remains
I fear the honesty of letting go
I hold onto the lie
As yellow paints itself on the images
And pink burns itself into my memories
Sipping away color
Colors become pastels,
Fading away to white.
Editors: Joyce S., Cydney V., Nicole O.