Brown looks good on me
Just below the ear
Tucked it with my left hand
Shook yours with my right
A long pause
A separate time
Two distant lives
Travelling in the same space
Blue looks good on me
Sitting above the shoulder
Clipped it with my hairpin
Saw you with my eyes
A longer pause
But intertwining time
Two different lives
Trapped in a closed space
Green looks good on me
Slightly touching the arm
Tied it with my scrunchie
Greeted you with a smile
I then pushed play
Danced in shared time
Two different feet
Inching ever closer
Pink looks good on me
Resting near the elbow
Kept it with my comb
Knew you with an inside joke
You then played along
Sang along, not thinking of time
Three songs
The closest of all spaces
Pink still looks good on me
Just around the waist
Braided it with your cap
Felt you with late night conversations
And then you stopped
I continuously sang the lyrics
That you wrote by hand
The words aren't mine
But the feelings weren't yours
Time suddenly slowed
Thinking about it
Not shared
Separating
Lives and feet together
But different and distant
Not anymore dancing
No matter what song I played
Even as we stood still
We were at the farthest of all spaces
And a single move
Could bring you to the farthest of lightyears
Pink still looks good on me
Just below the ear
Cut it with my scissors
Faced you with a brokenheart