Rejection
February 16, 2017
Staring up at the sky,
there it faded
A dull, diminishing rainbow
no longer able to cling to the one who had rejected it
She could not help but align herself with its melancholy existence
as the once bold colors blurred,
transforming brilliance into no more than a vague grime
The look of prideful disdain he had disposed upon her,
through raised brows and indifferent decorum,
It would not be forgotten