Call it what you want
My days will always have blue skies.
For as long as I decide they will.
Even though you're gone,
I found the sunny side.
With the sun on my cheeks,
I'm embracing this.

Imagine we were vivid
Your purples like silk scarves
Drifting through my aqua’s and blues
Of all the grey’s you wore,
Purple was always your colour

A broken window
A blind fool for concrete desire
My silly little perpetuity must restart
Your magic is gone for me
Vacant photos and memories
Troubled each night by your mendacity, I question myself.

Yo July