Every day, alight.
Under the sun, above.
Remembering
deplorable decisions.
Diverging roads
in yellow woods.
One: monochrome Truth.
One: full-palette Fiction.
I wrote
language of our lives
seeded by color.
You never told me
all novels end
so with it, my story
of you.
Searching again
these woods
for Truth.
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