i come to you in purple

you meet me in blue

 

The colors are close but don’t quite match

 

in the house, the doors are slightly ajar

somebody could be listening, but I trust we’re alone

 

This scent of sandalwood makes me remember you previously

in so many places

 

but here it is our farewell that brings us together

 

it’s messy

 

there are no tears

but our arms are frozen at our sides

 

what comes next will no longer include you

I feel relief at the blank slate