I remember walking along the beach path. Asking about your favorite color. It intrigued me when I realized your second favorite was my first. Over time, pieces of you became ingrained in me. Each time I’d see you - the colors inside of me illuminated. Each time I’d lay beside you as you reached for me - the colors inside of me illuminated. Each time I’d make you laugh - the colors inside of me illuminated. Then one day, I’m surprised by you. Your favorite color changed. My insides became a minefield. When I reach for the memory of purple, all I see is peach. There’s no trace of you anymore. It stings each time I’m confronted by the imposter. You ignited me inside and I’ll never forget that feeling. You were my favorite color.