I was pink,
And she was purple
Together we would rule the world.
I liked spring,
She loved fall
We’d both laugh at nothing at all
.
Way too often
The storm clouds came
She'd stay at mine
Big words and bad sounds.
We had only just turned nine
.
I held her umbrella
While she walked the dog
Our gumboots all muddy
While our minds played in fog
.
Then the day arrived
Where her dad had enough
Said they’d pick up and leave
And I knew our time was up.
.
We could’ve written
Scribbled thoughts to see the world
But nothing could top it,
So I let the purple paper curl.
.
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Ruby Red
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Comments (3)
🤍bittersweet memories of a childhood friendship that ended too soon
It is a very interesting poem and is an absolutely beautiful, nostalgic reflection on friendship and the innocence of childhood.The imagery of ''pink'' and ''purple is wonderfully symbolic, capturing the uniqueness of two individuals coming together.
Why did the purple paper curl? Was the dad being over protective!? Great poem! Fantastic!