Copper

The color of words you wish you'd never said.  

You can taste the metallic bitterness, like the taste of blood on your teeth or cold pennies.

It's the sound of words you wish you didn't hear, and the hard, cold, harshness of understanding.  It's the color of blame, of blaming yourself and believing that it was your fault and that there's not a damn thing you can do about it now but hope that time can work its magic and turn that copper brown into a better green.

It's the feeling of loss, of the moment of finding that it's too late to make amends and grasping at anything you can because... it just can't be... over.  It's the feeling of shattered hope, when you know that the straws you're trying to find and hold on to aren't there.  

It's knowing the only way to go from here is forward, but that even though you didn't realize it before... it's going to be so hard without them.

It's the taste of waiting to see what will come of us.