rose colored glasses

you pulled up on your bike
and handed me rose colored glasses
saying “here, i think you dropped these.”

i had tossed them out a long time ago
convinced i didn’t need them
only showing me what i wanted to see
blurring my vision i needed a color correction

i got my grainy hues of black and white 
the primary colors
separated, not mixed
blocks of red, yellow, and blue
but never pink

and pink is my favorite color
you know that

so here i am putting on the rose colored glasses again
everything is pink
i swear the colors are softer 
less harsh
warm and more forgiving 

you smile dazzling pearl
take my hand
“look better?”
you ask
“yeah, it does.”
and i notice you’re wearing rose colored glasses too.