My dear Simone,
after you, red is no longer red.
the blue of the sky is no longer blue.
the trees are no longer green.
After you, I have to search for colors in the yearning I have for us.
After you, I miss even the pain that made our love timid and secret.
I regret the waiting, the relinquishing, the coded messages, our stolen glances in a world full of blind people who didn't want to see.
Because if they'd seen us, we'd have seen their shame, their hatred, their cruelty.
I regret I haven't yet had the courage to ask your forgiveness.
And that is why I can no longer even look inside your window; that is where I always saw you when i didn't even know your name and your dreamed of a better world.
A world where a tree was not forbidden to be a tree or a blue to become the sky.
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