Made of Colors

Associations always bring me back to you. (Dedicated to Maxie.)

the sky is split, orange to one side
faded purple on the other.
i look up in time to see the artificial horizon
and i think of you;
what is your color, my dear?
i knew you by your laughter
and sharp tongue
long before i could map the shade of your eyebrows
or how they slant when you soften in the face of
a warm smile.