01:24 - Canary Again

I wore yellow again today. Canaried myself in familiar shades. A honey that haunted and clung to my back, And clung to my breast, your chest it now lacks. I fell into a dark decline. The kind of decline only colours can find. I wore it, then wouldn't, when you were the last To see me canaried, then shelved to the past. I recalled that relic today. Refused to feel used by it's long loved decay. Revived it, applied it, and wore it with pride, A rarely seen creature, a sunnier hide.