Little Gems of Memories, Walls Without Outsides

Little gems of memories; walls without outsides. 

I remember Saturday like it was emerald and sunshine, and you were there, in the mirror, in the room, bumping into me because the confines were so close.

Your laughter played my heart like the musician’s fingers, and your happiness became my happiness.

Then it was grey and yellow, as we wove and zagged our way to the show. And you blessed me with your smile, and your easy laughter. I skipped to keep up, and you could not be caught.

With the surest of thought, you made declarations and left me on the sidewalk, not a look to spare. 

I was the lonely one.