Memories Poem by Alyssa Diane Jenkins

When he touches me, they display like a rainbow of colors so vibrant you can almost reach out and feel the silkiness. Different varieties of reds, oranges, yellows, greens, blues and violets appear in my line of vision. I'm startled by the vibrancy of each color, almost so dark that they appear cloth-like and smooth. The reds are the moments of anger, pure, unadulterated anger that ruined a relationship once so pure and happy. Yellows are happiness. Moments of pure joy, smiling at each other, grasping each others hands as if they were are lifelines and we were drowning. Greens are moments of sickness. Drunken stupor only to end up puking into the toilet. Coughing and bedridden because of a cold making it's way through the city like a plane through the sunset sky. Blues are for sadness. Moments of crying on each others shoulders, wiping each other's tears and holding one another so tight that we nearly suffocate. Purples are for love. Love so true and happy that it glowed like neon in a bar window. The rainbow of memories paralyze me and leave me stupified for a moment too long. Each one more vivid then the next. Relationships are beautiful things. Filled with joy, happiness, sadness, anger, sickness, health and love. And as a young girl in her twenties, I have found my match in big brown eyes and a straight toothed smile so vibrant that it could blind ongoing traffic. I fell in love with a man that protected me, loved me, and made me feel whole. The only thing that stands between myself and love? The rainbow of memories and the fact that I never stood a chance.