Purple

Purple

A Poem by Cass

Your fingers, as you walk away from him in the snow.
The very bottom layer of a sunset as you walk along the beach, reminiscing about what you could have had.
The smell of violets in the rain.
Your dress on date night, stained with cheap wine & sex.
Your daughter’s worn jacket, frayed with wear love.
Your mother’s lips, as she breathes her last breath.

© 2015 Cass


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Added on November 9, 2015
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Cass
Cass

Boston, MA



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