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Andy's mother: still dead.
Andy: conflicted.
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It was a she
She, with her
brightness
She, with her
kindness
And she,
with her big eyes
They were by far
much darker
than Andy's
and yet
she danced in
the light
all the time
Everything
that caught
her sight
made her eyes
sparkle
No
It was more
than that
Her eyes reflected
all the feelings
and all the colours
that existed
and Andy
could only be
blinded
Iridescence,
he thought
for he had heard
of the term
in his art class
It was when
an object seemed
to change colours
as rays of light
hit it at different
angles
She caught light
with her bare hands,
unafraid
and Andy found her
beautiful
She also was
an artist
in the way she admired
the world
and how she
spread beauty
anywhere she went
He didn't understand
how this girl
could bear him
No one ever did
since his loss
But she just
sat there,
next to him
and smiled
She told him
that she liked
his drawings
very much
He was shocked
to hear that
for no one
had ever complimented
his works
He had grown
to be accustomed
to the fact that
he did not
deserve happiness
She changed
his self-opinion
Later,
Andy tried to
add colours
to his black ink world
and sketched
her face
with soft strokes
When he came
to the eyes
he didn't know
which shade to pick
He tried once
He failed
He tried again
Two months later,
Andy was drawing
a portrait
of his mother
He used the
brightest pigments
for his mother's
pretty features
and finally felt
complete
Andy worked
all year long
to pass his classes
and once he did
she, the girl who
was eager to change
the world
was proud of him
As summer break
kicked in,
they walked home
He was lost in
the colour of her irises
She took a walk on
the freckles of his face
When they arrived
to her doorstep,
she rose to her toes
and kissed his cheek
oh so ever gently
before grinning
Andy knew
that it was possible
to be happy
This aim
was not out
of his reach
and he looked up
to the skies,
thanked his mother
and headed home
He still felt her lips
on his skin
irradiating sunrays
It was as if
she gave him a
morsel of her
colourfulness
For the first time
in years
he laughed
until his ribs hurt
For the first time
in years
he was alive
Possibilities
went from him
to the end of time
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