pick a color susan

you receive notice
that someone you have
known has passed
away. someone you
worked for, and became
friends with. and
you remember her
laugh as she picked
the wrong color time
and time again, testing
each pink, each
blue, each mango orange
with wide brush
stokes, like windows,
on all the walls.
and this was how she
lived her life, wide open.
every color, every
road a possibility
towards fun. and her
absence, as was
her presence, is and
always will be a part
of who you are.