Indigo

If life were a rainbow,

you'd be red

At the top of my priorities,

the colour of my heart

And just in case you make me bleed,

you'll already have it down

I would be indigo

The colour forgotten,

the shade no one can quite pin down

The one that washes skies,

pours down cheeks,

and laps at my feet dangling off the dock

One day

you might happen upon me by mistake

Once you finally get past the few in between,

orange and yellow and grass and sky,

but not eager enough to skip me entirely

Then you'll finally see me

and wonder what took you so long