And just like that, my lifesuddenly seems likeit is not my own.Your almost-green eyesstared through me froma non-existent land,a dimension I don't havethe capabilities to reach.Can I verbalize the colorof your goodbyes?Is there a shadeto match my pain?Does a hue of anexplanation exist?   You're the green thecolor of fading leaves,I'm the violet youcatch in the breeze--chilly, precise, unexpected.I will endlessly marvelat the way I calibrateinto a new mindwhen you are near.Like a distant voicefrom the radio,you sooth my soul.But now, I wake upcradled in a nightmare,riddled with repetitive,frightening moments, andthere is only static.In this reality, no matterwhat I am doing,I can't possibly thinkof anything else.  ____________________________________________Photography: Lanaya@writing.for.the.calm