When I think about the thing we had
When I think about the thing we have now,
I see the color I have dubbed

Computer Orange.

Orange is my favorite color;
whenever I see it it tends to be on the delicate things in life you can't help but admire.

Sunsets.
Poppies.
Hard candy the taste of your childhood.

Computer Orange is a shade that makes the cut only by technicality.

It's orange but without the flavor
It's simultaneously too dark and too light
It's tense and confined
to the cage of a monitor.

My memories of you are like Computer Orange,

they've been tainted somewhere along the line,
they leave a bad taste in my mouth and aches in my eyes
and somehow
they're still my favorite.