It's funny
How one day, you see the whole world in green.
Not as in greed or envy
But the green in the trees
Or the green of the grass
And it all seems perfect
But then one day
It all changes
You begin to notice less of the greens
And more of the blues
Not blue as in sadness
But the blue of the ocean
Or of the sky
And you find yourself,
Instead of looking down
And noticing how the grass
(When the sun hits it
In just the right way)
Is the exact color of that one guy's eyes when he apologizes for hurting you
You find yourself looking up
And noticing how the light blue of the sky
(Right after the whiteness of a cloud has lightened the color)
Reflects a certain person's eyes when he is looking at you after leaning in to kiss you.
That, girl,
Is how you know when you have moved on.