Colours

By Jessica Birke

It was in this entirely white room that I started to see everything in colour.

Her sadness was blue: deep, melancholic. I could drown in the spectrum of shades.

I wanted her to stop looking at me as if I had to be protected from myself. But I knew that fear was red. Alarming, intense. Desperately trying to get everything under its control.

Then, there’s desperation: a vibrant, disturbing yellow.

Her love is transparent, easy to overlook.

“I’ll come back tomorrow.”

I don’t reply.

Loneliness: black. The ugliest colour. Overlaying everything with finality.

When she leaves, the room is white again.