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The Color
It's the color of her eyes, when the sun hits them just right. It's the color of the moon when she is around. It's the color of the flowers I gave her on our first date. It's the color of the vase she put those flowers in. It's the color of our first home. It's the color on the stick that makes us a family. It's the color of our daughters eyes, that makes me think of her. It's the color of my heart, when I got the call. It's the color of the car in which the tragedy occurred. It's the color of her birthstone, the same as mine. It's the color of my tears, when I place the flowers. It's the color of the flowers I place on her stone that marks where she lays, every year on our anniversary, to remind her of our very first date.
