I noticed, in front of the bathroom mirror just now, the dye on my hair is falling off.
There's this funny thing, about dye. A little like many kinds of relationships.
When I first dyed my hair, I could hardly make out the color-- my hair still looked pretty black to me.
After a few days, and weeks, the color grew more and more prominent, highlighting my black hair with a dark, red tint.
Months and months later, the dye began to fall off, the red fading...fading...fading...and it all went back to black.
Many relationships are like that, no?
You start off with nothing, and colors of friendship, comradeship, love, appear as feelings deepen.
However, as time passes, feelings fade. Thus, the colors fade.
And you end up with nothing. Nothing but the shade of black that once shone with the colors of the rainbow.
In the mind's eye the colors are as vivid as ever, different shades of sunset, autumn leaves, flowers, ocean. Endless swirling colors, overflowing rivers rainbows, all darkened to that total, infinite black.
But in that black I still see, the twinkle in the eyes of all the people I've loved and lost.
And in the black I still see, the color of your smile when you smiled at me.
