Not a day, week, month year goes by that I

Don’t think about the weight of the experience you carry

I was not there, how could I have been, I hadn’t been given your

Existence yet. Your soul was not made apparent to me, and a lonely heart

Wandered the street of the city, searching, searching for something not even I

Knew. But it was that one time that your iridescent amethyst managed to carry

Me into the shaded darkness, where the light no longer hurt my eyes and It

Felt like I belonged. You told me to look because you knew before I did, something In

Your soul told you, that night of sapphire and violet, that your colors and my

Colors would always mix and that you and I are two people of the same wandering heart


words inspired by 
[I carry your heart with me (I carry it in] – E.E. Cummings  

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