Yellow is was an ugly color
When I saw yellow,
I saw the vibrant tinge of sickly mucus.
I saw the dirty golden pus of a neglected wound
I saw the piercing tone of a hazmat suit

Whenever I would scribble in my coloring books as a kid,
My pictures would burst with color like a Delaunay
With beautiful greens and blues,
And maybe hues of red and orange,
But I always neglected-- yellow
That is, of course, until I really met her

I truly began to know Yellow this past Summer
When I gave her rides to and from these little get togethers
On the opposite side of town from where we live.
We talk about the future; what we’re going to college for.
Yellow wants to major in the French Horn,
But I suggest she sing. Yellow can truly do it all.

Yellow has always been a go-to soprano in choir,
Her voice smooth as silk flowing through the wind.
She can put her fingers to the ivory keys and steal your emotion
The french horn comes to her as if she were born with it

Soon enough, our talks are no longer isolated to my car
I start by asking how her day went
And soon enough,
Whenever she crosses my mind
Her name pops onto my phone
Next to a small little ghost in a small yellow box

Every time I see her face,
The dopamine shoots through my veins
Like heroin through the veins of an addict
And damn,
I’m hooked

One night, Yellow reminds me that the world is supposed to end
That an unknown Planet X is supposed to run into the earth
I ask Yellow, “What would you do if the world was really going to end tonight?”
And she responds by saying she’d have a funeral for a wasp that was stuck in her window

“What would you do if the world was really going to end tonight?” she returns.
And I respond by telling her to come outside
And see the sign I had in my hands labeled
“I’d ask you to homecoming”

At homecoming we dance till our feet are sore
And just when we’re ready to throw in the towel and go get some water
Ed Sheeran starts bleeding through the gym room speakers
He’s her favorite, and admittedly, mine too

She has the biggest, most beautiful eyes
Eyes that are so deep if you’re not careful
You’ll slip and fall and never stop
And boy, I fell
Her arms slung around my neck, mine around her waist
Brushing the smooth fabric of her dress

The air is laced with the lovely scent of Yellow
Not a vanilla perfume, not sweat, but just-- Yellow
If I could stay here forever, it would be perfect
Like two passersby greeting each other,
We shared a smile,
But that smile just didn’t seem to end

The voices in my head battled
Do I ask her?
Do I stay silent?
And for a split second,
The first takes control of the latter,
And I ask her if she’d be mine

She laughs with a giggle that bounced through the air
Like a small rubber ball down the hot summer pavement
“Yeah” she replies

If the gods are to take me this very moment
And rip my heart from its vessel
They’d see it would continue to pump Yellow
Ceaselessly, without hesitation

Yellow was an ugly color
But now
Nothing could seem more beautiful