In Black and White

I wish I could only see you in black and white, as the fog settles and you walk quietly in the streets, tranquil and graceful. I wish I could only see you in black and white, where you dance in the rain puddles in red boots, tinted grey by the black and white world you would exist in, only in my head. I wish I could only see you in black and white, for when I see you in color, you are too exuberant and blindingly vibrant to the extent where I cannot comprehend or appreciate your being. I wish I could only see you in black and white, for I know that color is not where you belong, and not where I can admire you to your fullest potential. I wish I could only see you in black and white, for you do not belong in my present, you belong in my past. That does not make you any less beautiful, for things seen without the use of color prove their authenticity. Seeing you in black and white depicts you as something so magnificent, color is not needed to enhance your being, for you are beautiful enough without it.