Green Ink

She writes with green ink
eternal scrawls upon the page.

She wrote with green ink,
because it was the color of his eyes,
and the pond in the park,
and the seats on the bus,
and the grass outside,
and rose stems.

She wrote with green ink
even when her boss yelled
and the teacher screamed
and nothing worked out.

Because green was her favorite
and it was his favorite as well
even when he was sick while
his skin was green.

He still loved the color green
when the dirt fell down
when he didn’t recover,
the grass that bloomed
was the most angelic jade.

And she still wrote in green ink
because it was the color of the grass,
and his favorite color
and the color of his eyes
on his last final days.