Yellow Stays
Yellow saw me arrive here,
with trust and an open heart.
It never thought so many would walk away.
Yellow heard the whispers first,
before I even knew their names.
The stories kept changing on their own as they spread, and kept shifting.
Outside the doors, Yellow stood,
voices coming and going.
It waited there for someone
to just stop and look closer.
Yellow sat with me at night,
when sleep would not come near.
It knew some words leave wounds no one can see, but still feel.
Yellow still looks down the road
while people pass by without stopping.
It holds what I went through inside…
some days it gets too heavy to carry.
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