Eyes subdued by
years of
yesteryear
make this exactly what it is.
A counter;
. . . tic, tic, tic, tic. . .
And the beat goes on.
All I have
ever
had
was time,
and I while I was
nearly myth
(at least in part),
It was her that kept me
going.
And if those misty
recollections are peeled
back, then it is her who
remembers everything.
* * *
I was the one who had chose purple,
and that was the first mistake.
(I mean second chance).
Color plays out
a
major role
in marketing a product.
And I am a product/work-in-progress.
And it was I that chose purple,
well before she sent that digital flower.
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