I guess the words we spoke were yellow
Like the pages of a book, an old book
An old book
with love notes and
mysterious comments
and one angry, scratchy, slant-scribbled sentence
etched into the corner of page 65
mixed in with the usual and beautiful words
and the familiar, dog-eared, faded-print treasures
and those authors' names jumbling in the background
I guess the words we spoke were yellow
Like the pages of a book