You called my laugh a color once
Said it was “almost lavender”
Too calm to be pink, too bold for blue
But somehow, it felt just like you
Almost lavender—what a shade
Not fully known, not easy-made
But in between your glance and breath
It bloomed before we tasted rest
You spoke in hues instead of words
And every line, I almost heard
You wore tones like second skin
Painted thoughts I wandered in
Didn’t label, didn’t rush
You left in peace but not in hush