99 shades of purple

passing strangers

people i may know.

i do know you all,

not the same

like us.

my lavender, my sweet amethyst,

a stranger

whom i know.

a familiar violet

far from the garden

i trample all too often.

blooming lilies,

frightening unfamiliarity.

i wander past them,

lamenting.

my grief

for the beautiful strangers

i'll never see again.

I'll never see again,

my blindness

a choice.

I ache to never see

another colour but you

your ultraviolet,

a lilac in my field.

periwinkle flickers in my daydreams,

just you,

honey.

the sweetest flower,

bees fawn. honey.

bees fawn for you,

like I used to.

now I sit with you,

soaking up

what I call mine

wisteria agony,

the longing and yearning.

you love me, you love me not,

you love me.

every bee needs a flower,

mine,

every flower needs a bee,

yours.

my magnolia,

i dream of you.