Yellow

	Hazy and halting breaths, Have never said so much before, As when you came to leave me. Standing at the door,  Almost saying- Don't go.  You said, "You're leaving?" Words had lost their place, In this space, Like dead flowers, That were kept but forgotten. While the rotten- Yellow stains on the pages  Will later say- I, Was the one who walked away, When you were the one, Who never asked me to stay.  -Jason		powdered sunlight on your morning face like somebody smeared turmeric on your cheeks and held them up in a smile, lifting you by the chin from a dollop of thick, delicious honey-some sleep something tells you...today will be good. -Nikita