Goodbye Purple

We are standing on a hill
Watching a purple sunset
he turns to me and says
it is time to let go
of what we no longer have
I look at him and he is brown and pink
I look at myself and I am mostly orange
I ask him what color am I
and he says gold and green
and then I know it is time to split
we always had our purple sunsets
our purple hills and seas and clouds
sweet purple days and chocolate purple nights


(Man O Man)

I pull my hand from his
and climb down the hill
into a cobalt blue night
I look back at the hill and I see him
standing there holding a rainbow above his head
and then the sunset turns yellow and brilliant red


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