Lost in the colors

In the bright noon, a hot breeze burns my hair;

Cheeks on my hand, staring at the clear blue;

As his memories stay in each of my cells;

His words echoed in my ears over and over again;

A portrait of him floats in reddish eyes;

Spending another day without you.

PS: I remember scribbling this on an afternoon theory class (not sure of the subject). My doc says it was created in April 2013 and those were the initial days of my scribblings. I was too naïve and wrote this since the class wasn’t that interesting or hiked in oxytocin.

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