I was once his yellow—

the one who brightened his day,

the warmth in his mornings,

the glow in his skies.

But like seasons,

everything changed.

Now,

I’m just a memory,

a chapter he no longer re-reads,

a warmth he no longer seeks.

I wonder if he even remembers—

the way we used to laugh,

the way I once colored his world,

or if I’ve faded completely

like a sunset he never stayed to watch.

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