He painted my toenails red. br Lieing in bed, my foot in his lap br Carefully applying polish to each nail br His face a mask of concentration br Trying to get it just right, br I had to laugh because he looked so intent. br He smiled and leaned over and kissed my knee. br 'Are you always going to paint my toes? ' br I had asked him and he just grinned and said. br 'Forever, Baby.' br Today I looked down and saw the polish br Was cracked and worn and coming off. br I remembered that promish he made br And couldn't keep. br I set about removing the last of the polish br He had so carefully applied weeks ago. br I reached for the red polish, br But then put it away. Red was for him. br So I painted them pink instead, br My favorite color, br My toes again.