Yellow. That's the color I think of when I hear someone whisper his name. Whether it's uttered in the low tone of awe and respect or in angry bitterness I still feel my heart catch and that color comes to mind again. People on the streets tell the stories that they want to hear. They damn you and they make you a walking god in the same breath, but still to me you are the simple wanderer I met so long ago.
Countless battles have changed your features. No one else sees the slower pace of your walk as years of fighting take their toll on your body. No on else sees how you stare off into the distance at night wondering what your life could have been like if you hadn't chosen this path. No one else sees the pain that strikes your eyes when you are reminded of your past sins. But I see you so clearly it amazes me that you haven't seen into the depths of my own soul.
There you are right now staring off into the sunset. The summer sun slowing setting behind the trees and the shadows grow longer. Everything takes on a yellow dusky tone as night draws nearer. You turn to me and your amethyst eyes shine brightly as you smile. It warms my heart to see you still smile after everything you've been through. You turn back to the horizon as I sit next you enjoying the comfort of being this close to you.
I wonder if you know. I wonder if you know that I can no longer see summer sunsets the same way. Now when I see one I think of you returning home from another battle. I think of you tired and worn but still smiling. I think of you smiling at me while the yellow rays light your face. I think of how much I love you. And I wonder if you know…