PALETTE. 🎨

To love and to lose
Is to cradle a stocking of gifts,
Heavy with joy and regret,
Each piece a token of time spent
And time stolen.

Wanted, trusted, loved;
Rejected, anxious, lost—
No emotion is silent.
Every note, sharp or soft,
Sings in the melody of your becoming.

The palette glows with colors:
Reds of desire,
Greens of hope,
Blues that stretch
As deep as longing itself—
A spectrum painted across the soul.