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Progress has been made

when the color he loved doesn’t automatically 

remind me of him

Progress when pea green can just be a pretty color

        again

Progress when lime doesn’t force the echoes of

        I have no affection to give you to ring in my

        ears

Progress when I lay me down to sleep and can

        imagine tickling grass under my feet and not  

        feel such loss

Progress when green doesn’t make me see scarlet

        or black or anger or sadness but has instead

        returned to simply being green