It’s the color I see when I wipe away tears, close my eyelids, and look down toward 6 p.m. to see her smiling at me.
It’s the color of my favorite flowers I buy on Sundays from Trader Joe’s and the color of my favorite summer drink.
It’s the color of my wallet, my backpack, and my throw pillows.
It’s the color I bask in even on a cloudy day.
It’s the color of my favorite fruit, my toothbrush, and the socks I slip on when I want to feel at home.
It’s the color I feel in my heart when I twist my legs into a braid every time someone says, “You’re beautiful.”
It’s the color of a child’s soul, the color of connection, and the color of infinite presence.
It’s the color of love.
It’s the color I sign with my pinkie and thumb.
It’s a color that is beautifully said in both English and Spanish.
It’s the color of my soul, the color of nourishment, and the color that radiated so brightly from someone I deeply miss.
I miss you every day. You may be gone, but I still see you in everything I see and own that seems to have been touched by the same thing that colored your soul.
I think tonight I’ll close my eyes once more so I can see what I loved most about you and this world.
I think I’ll close my eyes so all that I love can take form.