The Colour of Love
So, what more can I do for you?
He was honest, he was clear,
Yet the response felt distant,
And I asked myself—
"If it's love, I cannot force it.
If it's wealth, I have a job.
If it's life, it will surely end.
Maybe you can't help at all.
"For my soul is lost in echoes,
My mind, a sky heavy with storms.
My heart—shattered into puzzle pieces.
Maybe I just needed love.
"But love had built these ruins.
A simple smile, bright with promise,
Yet I was blind to its lesson—
The colours of gold, silver, and coal.
"How they all gleam in the right light,
How one shade can strip me bare.
It started with a question—
How do you explain gold to the blind?
"Perhaps love, too, is blind.
I was yet to answer, yet already mistaken—
Calling silver golden,
Holding stainless steel to my chest, waiting for it to stop my heart."
"I'm sorry, you need a therapist,"
The old man said.
I was only thinking aloud—
But in that moment, I found my answer.
Copyright © Brian Kemboi | Year Posted 2025
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