You see clearly: black and white, no grays, no opaques. You speak clearly: this and that, no ifs, whens, maybes. You dance seldom and always as if someone watches.
Once you quelled my laughter, inhibited my dancing, told me ideas were black and white, the world colorless.
Because I thought I loved you I tried on a colorless world; it didn’t look good on me.
Laughter, dancing, color returned and although you’re long gone, I have you to thank for shrinking my world just long enough to reaffirm and see clearly unclearly.