C(k)atherine

The color Blue
Has disappeared and
No longer exists
(in the physical sense.)
I don’t have to
Swallow it every morning
(it was replaced by white.)
I don’t feel
Imprisoned by its ethereal presence
(though i know it’s there.)
I’m free to
Wear it now
(if only i was allowed.)
(or if i even wanted to.)
Because
I won’t be reminded of
Her, and the blind panic
She wrapped around my wrists
(i should have fought.)
She grew the color
As if it was
An integral part of her,
An offshoot of her
(little)
(hush!)
Mind.
What happened
To her,
(to you, cather--)
And why
Are we called
(almost)
The same thing?
Thank
(god)
For the difference between
C and K.