Purple

October 24, 2015

Purple was the color of the shirt you wore when we first met

Purple was the color of the flowers you brought for me on our first date

Purple was the color of the sky when we first kissed

Purple was the color ink you used when you wrote me love letters every week

Purple was the color of the hickey on my neck

Purple was the color of my dress and your tie at our first school dance

Purple was the color you left my skin after our first fight

Purple was the color of hand prints around my thigh, on my back, neck, stomach

Purple is the color shirts I started wearing,

hoping we could go back to the first day we met,

when you wore

a purple shirt

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