It started with horses,
Their hues painting a rainbow of earthy tones,
Brown, gray, white and gold splashed together, galloping across the canvas of blue sky and green earth.
On the back of a horse, Riding was our escape,
In the sunlight of summer, dust rising in wake of the horses as we rode them across the ground,
Our bodies silhouetted against the blue sky, we flew, happy and care-free, never wanted to leave.
Then you moved.
I no longer rode horses, we stopped talking and we grew up.
I lived my life and had my memories, and somewhere with other people…. you had yours.
You were still there painted in my memory, with the vivid colors of childhood,
But I think for you, memory of me, and of here, started to fade into obscure shadows…
Grief and pain clouded your memory.
You couldn’t see all the colors anymore.
Blacks and grays shrouded your view.
I can’t think of any other reason for why you would’ve left this world by choice.
With all of the brown, gray, white and gold splashed together, galloping across the canvas of blue sky and green earth.
I saw a picture of your family the other day,
And it looks empty without your face,
Framed in the vivid colors of childhood memories.