Day 21 of 30 Poems/30 Days

‘The Color of God’

I followed her footprints,
the dancer’s steps,
to this dark corner.

She stood on a small hill
crowned by an ancient tree
the color of God.

She stood on tiptoes,
as if hesitant to leave,
as if caught by the horizon.

I whispered to her the words,
the things that used to make her smile;
a lullaby to say goodbye with,
a small story to remember me with.

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