take everything

you were yellow
I, a pale lilac

on some nights
you'd paint the town red
leaving me wondering
if I, stuck in this
mezzanine space
would ever
be brushed by
what your heart bled

and then
I mixed palettes
to create a
symphony of waves
that came
crashing you by

the clockwork
of sunrises and sunsets
lunar cycles and moons
and each season of
purple wild flowers
saw your breath
on mine
and an ever increasing
stack of your old
worn out t-shirts

t-shirts
that now see me through
cold nights
spring cleaning
and adventurous days
of spicy chicken dishes
that I fashion

with the 2121 kms
that separate you
from me
it's the lilac
that you are now
and the yellow
that I'll always be
and the red-violet
between us
that will crash us by
today
tomorrow
and after that