-Anne Michaels, from "Infinite Gradation," originally published in October 2017
In all the colours I expected love to be, it was not what I got . I thought love will be the dawn colours. The warmness of orange that at the end of the day being with your lover will ease the scars , the calmness of blue that doesn't matter how complicated the situation is we will get over it , the assurance of lavender that it will all heal, the sweetness of pink that no matter what love will make everything right and even the yellow that doesn't matter what at the end love will win, but for me love was the colour of silver. Too shinny and perfect from afar but from close it was the colour no one will choose. The colour of coldness, the colour which will left you numb. The colour which will leave you in the state of being non-committal.
Why it's always I will kill for you love or I will die for you love but why not I will live for you my love
-Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the shore
"I used to love September, but now it just rhymes with remember."
-Dominic Riccitello
-Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever
But who I was before I met you?
-Yanyi, from Dream of the Divided Field: Poems; “The Friend”