What color they were

She sat on her bedroom floor,
Listening to a song…
That brought memories to her mind,
And tears to her eyes.

She brushed away a tear,
And looked down at her feet,
Her nails were painted…
And she remembered the night,
When she told him what color they were.

The polish was old,
It was time for it to go…
That’s why the girl,
Was sitting on her floor.

She was taking it off,
But all she could think,
Was that he knew,
What color they were.

She finished her job,
Her nails were clean,
The song was almost over,
But the only thing,
That was on her mind,
As she stared at those bare nails…

Was that he no longer knew,
What color they were.