On a day that was faded yet sharp and clear
Blue sky, Green grass, Azure stream
and me and my drowned pastel pictures
Upon the current of the stream I floated underneath
A raven who floated on currents of air above
So unlike the pastel moments of beige anonymity
I tried to hold that inky reality in my mind
But a blink and the bird was gone
More a truth than the unblemished blue sky
Upon the caress of the water I flowed
As this black memory caressed my mind
Something that wasn't true and unchangeable
It was a stain that deserved to be preserved
The first lie or the first drink, its fond cousin
A word you said that banished this beige wash
Upon the never ending lane of pastel whispers I am pulled
A pastel picture floats by with three words in cursive.
"You wanted this"
And another with the last mocking taunt,
"Remember?"
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