There's an ache in my throat
so deep like a cavern.
A neon green urge for
something familiar;
it feels like the pause after a
round of belly laughter,
where you're left empty and panting and
wanting more.
My memories from childhood are so vibrant,
the blues more pronounced and the smells
ten times louder,
the sticky sweetness of ice cream dripped
down my fingers
before I learned to wipe it away with a napkin.
The sun was yellow and the wings were red,
I spoke loudly and meant what I said.
I thought the world was graying,
color draining,
patience fraying,
until I met
you.
And you picked up your lovely paintbrush
and made a sunset of a storm cloud.
You reminded me that I could be loud.
- Leanna Florez
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