Poetry in Purple
Your dark purple sweater with bumpy, embroidered flowers. The lilac bush in your backyard busting out its frail fragrance, only for a short time. Bees humming around your hyacinths, like electricity pulsing through an old T.V., rousing the hairs on my neck. Balsamic vinegar mixed with oil swirling the Queen's majestic colors around my nostalgic tongue like a bruise. The light purple candle I rarely light. I made it to remember what you used to say, "I love you more." My lavender painted bedroom walls-- the shade that soothes. It changes in intensity each time the sun moves and makes me think of you.
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