I kept looking to those purple roses today
wanting perfection
all the words
that would make it plain
without bogging anyone else down
You were here
I am me because you were you
and we were in an intersection of time
both solid and without discernable boundaries
a single note of a sterling song
that remains in tune as each chord is struck
memories building the melody
until the refrain doesn’t need the lyrics
because the moments are the perfection
that create a universal ballad
when one stops to listen to a heart
that grieves a heart that stopped
