intransient

You no longer own anything in yellow
and find that a reason to cry.
Your mother once told you she thought she’d
never live to see the Berlin wall come down -
that nothing is intransient.


Maybe some people just don’t wear yellow.
But you can
if you want to.


Someday this memory will fade gold-toned sepia
and it will no longer matter
what colour dress you wore.
Someday you’ll tell someone not yet born
what you thought would never come to pass

—  yellow // m.a.l.