I miss Violet…
the days of Violet..
when she roamed the streets and shops and forests,
the innocence of a brand new world,
building itself without a plan..
When all was new and the virtual world
was a looking glass that I fell into.
Violet fell in too.
Instead of mirroring who we were,
this looking glass
reflected who we could be,
who we wanted to be.
It was another kind of truth, the kind, not easily seen.
She morphed into a subtle ray of grace,
was caring, loving, funny.
She stalked me, with interest,
and what I thought a coincidence
was her best shot.
Two random strangers on a bench
circled by butterflies, saying hello the first time;
Violet made this happen.
And then all the rest happened on its own,
for all was possible in this second life.
This life was shaped more by us, than fate
and yet, we realized our destiny was tied.
We changed our bodies, like costumes
and tried on everything.
I was still a poet,
Violet still an artist.
The best virtual years for me,
were when she was by my side.
My best friend, my love; we decorated Everything,
and how we danced!
We threw ourselves from planes, and landed in fields of flowers.
We were dreamers in tandem and lucid,
but one day she took off her costume,
the one that made her mine, then….
Violet, was gone forever.
March 23, 2021