the sky was purple tonight.
i thought that maybe you'd littered the clouds
with the parma violets you never used to be without.
i remember how you always tasted like them
and i'd occasionally find one under your tongue,
and you'd say you were saving it, just for me.

our song started playing today
in that little cafe you used to take me to,
the one with the soft wooden tables
and those armchairs that seemed perfectly made for me and you.
do you remember all the times we went?
sat together and hummed the tune to that song.
and you never looked more beautiful
than when that milkshake was pressed against your lips,
and the bright red cherry tickled your delicate skin.

the sky was purple tonight
and i miss you.

are they clean he asked
- just want clean hands said Pontius
and all Pilates since

From my mind and brain - Take all the factoids and even some of the instruction set of the nervous system -
take all of them - many many words and learned behaviours and even some instinctive ones
And throw them all in the dumpster - take the dumpster to the landfill and empty it - no going back
Now take your name and your picture and put it in place of all that was there
And now you see....
That... that is ME.

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