The drop of color,

Bright on my fingertips;

The color of young love.

The orangey pink hue,

Reminds me of me and you.

Do you remember the dress?

I picked it for you,

hoping to make you smile.

My nervousness, waiting at the gate…

Yes, children, we waited at the gate back then.

Twirling in the skirt and

fiddling with the straps on my shoulders.

White little polka dots dancing around.

Coral. Then, your kiss….

The color still works against my aged skin.

If only you were here to hold my hand…