Favorite Color

By: Isabelle Morgan

What’s your favorite color?

What do you mean?

Are you asking which T-shirt I rely 

to bring out my eyes?

Do you want to know my favorite time 

by the shade of the sky?

Or what flower reflects the season 

I would live in repetition?

If you ask me tomorrow,

the answer will be different, 

and I can’t promise that in 

four hours it will even be the same.

Grey isn’t right.

Orange and pink aren't the mix.

I’ll explain so you might get a glimpse.

My favorite color is when I get to see you.

Not in person, that’s when I miss.

It’s the color of my lids.

The warm combination of overplayed memories,

Before I lost my precision.

Before it was no longer my decision.

How can I pick?

The color was never mine. 

I guess,

Light blue,

Maybe robins egg,

No, the green-blue you see when you squint through a tree.

When it’s all out of focus

When I get to forget.