red .

I’ve always done my best to see the beauty in things,

The beauty of color always having been the one,

That thing that catches my eye the most.

I see color in everything. Every hue, everywhere.

Red was never particularly my focus.

Yet, you told me it was your favorite,

And suddenly it was always in everything.

I see it in the sky, when the sun is halfway past the horizon,

And I see it in the leaves and in the trees during the crisp autumn seasons,

The leaves that I watch move and sway in the air,

Before landing gracefully on the ground, now still in its presence.

I see it in the clock that always flashes when the time strikes 5:30,

And I have to wake up from a dream full of it,

And I see it in the roses that flourish in the world,

Always seeming so full and alive, they’re beautiful.

I see red everywhere, but I see it most in you.

I see it in the rosy glow of your cheeks,

In your lips that look like they would taste so sweet.

I see it in your hair, the way in falls perfectly from your head,

Capturing the frame of your face ever so gracefully

Like it’s perfect,

Like you’re perfect.

And then suddenly,

I realize,

That it was never the red 

I saw in everything.