wishing he was colorblind

here we are,
trying to make red
out of dark blue.
peeking out
from the corner of our canvas
at each other's thoughts.

i'm sure you can see me,
thinking about
not
thinking about
you.
and trying not to
paint the picture
of us waking up
next to each other.

that morning,
the sky was the most beautiful gray
and your paint
blended in with mine
until my composition
was redefined
and we were hung over
each other,
desperate for more space
to create with.

i should be careful
what i wish for,
because i've had too much time
to think about
not
thinking about
you
and trying not to
paint the picture of us
waking up next to each other.

i will never
be able to capture
the way it felt.