Red

When you go on your first date with him, it is the color of your dress. When he hands you the first flower, it is the color of your cheeks. When you whisper in his ears, it is the color of your lips. When he places his palm over your heart, it is the color that comes to the surface as his fingertips trail like a sentence that you wish would never be finished. When he tells you he's in love with another, it is the color of your breath. When you smash the vase in the hall,it is the color that threatens you to abandon the shattered pieces. When you collapse to the ground and cry at the top of your lungs, it is the color that pierces the atmosphere. As he stands there and watches you, it is the color of his pulse.  When you look him in the eyes for the last time, it is the fading color of your heart falling to your knees. It is not the color you see when he leaves.