I wouldn't trade them for brighter ones -
those shades of grey and brown painting our temporary road
nor those cautious yellow lights gleaming to us in a blur.
Had I known we'd stay side by side
only till the breeze had passed us by,
would I have sped,
or maybe gone more slowly?
No.
We both stopped at the same red light,
the same corner,
the same time.
And at that moment when the sky was bleak,
I would travel with you
a road that wasn't mine.
Love,
delusion,
or whatever you call that emotion,
paints itself with a thousand shades,
and I wouldn't trade ours for brighter ones.
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