Broken teacups,

Melted candles,

Wild daisies.

Since you left I see traces of you everywhere,
Surreptitious I love you's.

I finally stumbled upon you in isle three of a restoration store yesterday.

Bali Bliss.

Funny, I had always pictured you more as a turbulent grey or sinful crimson, but it is just like you to hide in shades of blissful blues.