loneliness entered my room that day.

her gun-metal grey hair covered the

lines of tears that engraved

themselves into her lifeless cheeks.

she floated to my bed holding a stack 

of what looked like photos. 

the impliable bones in her hands 

delivered a stack of exposures to my lap,

consisting of the three simple colors that created the world.

people often forget about those colors; 

magenta, the color of congruity, the color

of peace that only comes between two people

when they are truly at ease with each other.

cyan, the color of tranquilness, the color 

of the undisturbed waves that make their way

up the shores of empty beaches in the winter.

yellow, the token of springtime and the spectrum

of the light that comes when the sun decides to rise in the morning.

however, yellow can also symbolize deception and cowardice,

much like the cowardly lion in the 

movies I used to watch as a child. 

loneliness looked over me as my

fingers flipped through the 4x6s,

looking through the memories

that never seemed to satisfy the

cavern that lay deep inside my chest.