The red of your lips reminds me of your kiss,
Sweet and always longing for more.
The red of your hair reminds me of your fiery spirit,
Brave and unwilling to back down.
The red of your sweater reminds me of your festivity,
Always prepared to give and celebrate togetherness.
The red of your shoes reminds me of your stamina,
Outrunning anyone in breathtaking speed.
The red of your bottle reminds me of your inperfections,
You always take strides in that aspect of yourself.
The red of your arm remonds me of your habits,
It's to red, it's far to red for you to be alright.
And the red of your blood reminds me that,
I've lost you.
I've killed you.
You're gone and all the red has disappeared.