Run Out

NaPoWriMo Day 8, poem 10/30: Vaguely inspired by the color prompt yesterday, but I'm very tired so I didn't feel like really milking the color.

Run Out

Yellow is not the color
of fear
but of silence.
I sit beneath electric-banana walls
and wish us back
to the days
I allowed myself to speak.
I had words words words
to seek you
to touch you
but your yellow corner stands
bare
and I've run out
of promises and wishes
and lies.