fields of blue

Colors. Colors from my memories. Memories of the first time we met. Of the first time we touched. Of the first time we spoke. Of the first time we sat together. Of the first question you asked me. Or the first secret I told you. Of the first time you walked by me, as if I wasn't standing there. As if you didn't know me. Of the first time I stayed away from you. The first time I walked away from you. The first time you made me smile. That first time when you looked into my eyes. The first time I wanted to tell you everything. Those were memories. My memories of you. Now, I only have those memories. Memories of blue and green and green and gold. If only I had more.