Moving Memory

I guess its because he wore black and I wore white. He dreamed in color While I, in black and white. He liked red. I liked yellow. I loved movies. He loved paint. I loved him. But he didn't love me. I finally forgot he existed, But he forgot first. I thought about him for the longest time, While I was the furthest thing from his mind. He saw a friend. But I saw more. He gave me music. While I gave him nothing but a short lived friend. Now I must try to wink him from my memory. I hope I succeed this time. I can't function while his living memory is alive in my mind. Moving in black and white.