Red is the feeling you get when he says your name
It’s the pulse he feels when he touches you
It is the way your heart swells when he says he loves you
Red is the way your mind is racing
your stomach is flipping when you see him
It’s a song the birds sing the morning of the wedding.
It’s the way your heart stops when you see him with
Red is the shriek that pierces the atmosphere as you demand an explanation
It’s the feeling when you fight with him in couples therapy
Can you ever trust him again?
It is the car ride home
so rigid with tension it could cut cleanly through glass
Can it even be called home anymore?
It’s the feeling when you sign the papers, the color of the ink as it burns your signature into the paper with blood
going home to an empty house
Red is a color at the end of the spectrum
it is where they shove everything that cannot be explained
love, rage, desperation, lust, and hostility
are grouped with rubies, blood, and fire
Red is many things but it is the color of every memory ever associated with