His eyes, his hoodie,
even the barbell hugging his eyebrow,

Her jacket, her hair,
the purse that carried her,

Each item the same neutral hue,
her favorite military green
flowing into every aspect of her life

Her favorite scrubs, a comfort in her work,
her scribbled ramblings in a
sketchbook in the drawer,
his pajama pants, that she loved to wear to bed, all shared the natural shade
which was like home to her.

Right down to the weathered chair
she salvaged from a thrift store, carried home
on her back, walked 8 blocks alone
and looking like a fool.

It now rested in a dimly lit corner
perfectly tucked away, so that in her bedroom,
her new favorite place to read matched herself-

a small, green, unassuming piece of furniture,
often overlooked, but
deeply loved
by the right people.