Years have passed,

lights have dimmed.

And as the same palette

gets used once more,

a different color drops in.

Lack of sleep, I've been told,

is what causes these random colors

to peak through and invade

my selected collection.

However, it doesn't stop

my head whipping to catch

sight of yours.

Like a line of lavender

running through a yellow background,

you compliment my surroundings

so well; too well that I become

captivated again.

(Or maybe I never stopped.)

As we stand at opposite ends

of the color wheel,

I'll always be

across from you;

created to match

the next color

you become.