I’ll meet you in the place where pink and purple meet
Where the glow from life’s fire touches the cold
Where the wind pauses to share a moment with still
In between a heart and nothing else that matters
And all that is holding you
In between is everything
I’ll meet you in the place where pink and purple meet
Where our skin blushes to become one
Where words have just been spoken and meaning lingers
Where strange becomes special and all is unwritten
Where life transcends and “away” and “to” find a home
And all that matters is holding you
In between everything
I’ll meet you in the place where pink and purple meet
Where tears run dry and silence opens
Violet


© 2019 MJL

if I were given the chance, would I take it?
to start from the beginning, all over again,
before the tears, before the pain,
to when we first met, that night on the train,

to a time filled with excitement and infinite possibility,
would it be too late to rewrite,
what is now, our history?

'it wasn't meant to be', over and over I repeat,
much like the brush strokes of a troubled painter,
attempting to brighten a canvas oh so bleak,

if that questionable line were indeed true,
why do I dream, reminisce,
yearn to be once more, together with you?

why is it so difficult, for me to let go?
just as relief approaches, I stop and listen,  
(our song playing on the radio)

seems no matter how hard I try,
i can never forget,
the moments we shared and I whispered,
'I love you, Juliet'.